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Rough Day

By: vic450



This is actually one of my favorites. Modelled after several different experiences, I felt it was more realistic. Let me know what you think, please! :)

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She felt a little better as she felt the lock on the door click shut. Holding her coat tight about her neck, she turned from the door and walked down the cold street towards her home.

The wind blew by her and for some reason she felt angered at that. She pushed forward and walked into the wind. She thought of the day, such a waste. Hardly any business for the books today, the computer was annoyingly unresponsive and to top it off, she wasn't feeling well.

She fumed at the world. Thinking of all the things she could have done today, she continued down the block. She could have slept late. She could have cleaned the house. She could have laid in her comfortable (and warm!) bed and watched television all day!


Growling to herself, she entered the delicatessen to get a few things. She impatiently waited her turn at the checkout counter. She paid for her purchase and left the store in a hurry. The cold hit her again and found herself even more angry. Angry and tired.

She slipped the key into the lock, feeling slightly better at having reached her home. She dumped the groceries onto the counter and walked into the bedroom.

Taking off her jacket, she slipped off her shoes. She unbuttoned her shirt as she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the tub water, making sure it was hot. She pulled off her shirt and walked back into her bed room. She went to the closet and pulled out her robe. Slipping quickly out of the rest of her clothes, she put on the robe. She closed the robe tightly about her and walked into the kitchen.

She took the groceries out of the bags and placed them in the fridge and cabinets. She stepped into the living room and walked over to a glass cabinet. She opened the door and selected a couple of scented candles. She then stepped over to the entertainment center and turned on the cd player.

Walking out of the living room, she grabbed a box of matches. She walked into the bathroom and placed the candles by the candle plates situated around the tub. She lit the candles and tested the water. Satisfied with the hot water, she walked into the bedroom to grab a towel.

She grabbed a towel from the closet and put it by the tub. Just then, the phone rang. She went into the bedroom and picked up the phone.

As she brought the phone to her ear, she sat on her bed. The other end hung up before she even had a chance to say hello.

She placed the handset back on the receiver and sat there for a moment.

She opened her eyes as she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

The hands were firm and strong. They felt so good massaging her tired shoulders. She sighed and pushed her head into the pillow, stretching slightly.

His hands worked on her neck with thumbs running up the back of her neck to the hairline. He then slowly moved his firm hands back down to her shoulders. He kissed her lightly on the cheeks as his hands moved down her shoulders between her shoulder blades. 

She felt his thumbs moving between her shoulder blades. She felt his thumbs searching for tension spots, kneeding gently and firmly, rubbing the spots out.

His fingers moved down from her shoulder blades to her lower back, constantly and firmly kneeding. His thumbs runs along her spin and stops just above her waist line. Using his palms, he began by pressing them against her lower back on her spine and then sliding away from her spine. He does this as his hands move further and further up her back.

As his hands reaches her shoulder blades, he returns to using his thumbs. He massaged his thumbs between her shoulder blades again and forces out a sneaky tension spot.

She moaned softly as she felt the tension running out of her body at the touch of his strong hands. She turned her head to the other side and closed her eyes.

She felt him lean over her as his hands worked. She felt so much better now. Not angry, not sick, not tense, and not cold!

"Hi," he said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Mmmm." she responded.

"I'm guessing you had a rough day."

"I'll have an even rougher day if you stop." she said.

His hands continued up her neck. Carefully, he massaged and rubbed up into her hair. His fingers moved along the back of her head. His fingers moved along the back of her head then down her neck and quickly over her ears. His fingers ended up at her temples where he massaged in small circles.

"I don't intend to stop..." he said, "..at least not until you're fully relaxed."

"Mmmm.."

He moved his fingers from her temples after a little while. She felt his fingers move back over her ears and down her neck. Again, his thumbs start to press and massage down the center of her neck. 

Carefully, his hands took hold of the collar of her robe and pulled. He felt her move slightly as he pulled her robe down to the middle of her back.

She felt him then, on her skin. His warm hands on her shoulders. His fingers moved firmly against her skin, relentlessly seaking out the remaining tension spots. He moved along her shoulders, then halfway down her neck. His hands moved down, down the back of shoulders towards her shoulder blades again.

He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of baby oil. He poured some oil onto his hand and closed the bottle. He dropped the bottle by his leg and rubbed the oil into hands, warming up the oil. He placed both hands on her shoulders and worked his hands all along her shoulders. He massaged down her her back along her spine until he reached the edge of her robe along her back.

Quietly and slowly he worked, every now and again he would reapply some oil onto his hands. Moments later, while workin his hands back down her back, he removed the rest of her robe. His hands touches her waist and moves towards her right leg. 

She finally noticed that he was moving further down her leg. She felt his hands moving slowly, massaging so wonderfully. Her eyes were closed and she continued to enjoy the relaxing sensation of his hands.

His hands moved slowly, first massaging her thigh. Then he moved down to the back of her knee. She felt his hands then massage her calf, carefully. she felt his hands move all along her skin down to her ankle. There his hands massaged the indent between her ankle and foot. She felt his hand lift her leg up. She felt his thumbs run along the center of her foot. 

His thumbs moved along the sole of her foot, slowly in circles. He moved his thumbs down to her toes then carefully back up to her heels. Then back down again to her toes. He took each toe in his fingers and carefully massaged it. After massaging each toe, his thumbs moved again along the sole of her foot, kneeding in small circles while moving back up to the heel of her foot. 

She felt his lips then, on the sole of her foot. His lips kissed her gently as he released her foot and gently guided her back down. His hands took her calf again and moved up. Both hands moving slowly reached her thigh then moved up to her right ass cheek. She felt him shift from her right leg to her left leg.

She felt him begin the massaging of her left leg as he did the other. His hands gripped and massaged her thigh. He moved his hands down.

His hands reached her calf and moved towards her foot again. Massaging the same way, using his thumbs, he moved down the sole of her foot. Then he moved back up again, then once again down to her toes. He massaged each and then moved quickly up the sole of her foot. Once again, he kissed the sole of her foot and guided her back down.

His hands moved up again, up her calf and over to her thigh. Slowly moving up, his hands massaged her bottom. She felt him shift behind her, straddling her legs once more.

His hands moved up her lower back and along her spine. Slowly up through her shoulder blades again and towards her neck. His hands reached her shoulders, he shifts both his hands to her right shoulder and down her arm. He kneeded the tension out as his. His hands moved down her upper arms and further down. His hands moved slowly and carefully down the rest of her arm. His fingers continued to massage down to her hand. Then he took each finger, every finger he massaged. Pully gently along each finger that ended with a snap of his fingers after every pull.

She felt his thumbs moving against the palm of her hand. He moved his fingers up her arm to her shoulder. She felt him shift as he released her arm onto the bed.

She shivered slightly as she felt his lips touch her at the center of the back of her neck. She felt his lips kiss her that once then his fingers back moving again, over to the other shoulder and down her left arm. His movements and path matched the path of her right shoulder.

His fingers moved then, back up her left arm to your shoulders.

She felt his words before he spoke it aloud.

"Turn over." he whispered.

She shivered at his whispering voice. She moved her arms under herself. Her arms felt good, but almost too relaxed to have enough strength to lift herself. She turned over and looked at his face.

He smiled at her as she turned over. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She felt him shift as he moved to straddle her legs. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her temples and began to massage slowly once more. She felt his fingers move to her forehead and he began using her thumbs. His fingers moved over towards her forehead. He massaged lightly but firmly enough for her to feel the pressure of her moving thumbs. He moved over the bridge of her nose to the sides of her nose. His fingers then moved along down around her cheeks until his fingers reach her neck.

He worked his fingers down the sides of her neck to her shoulders as he leaned forward to lightly kiss her on the lips.

She returned his kiss, pushing her head forward to try to get a deeper kiss. She opened her eyes as he pulled away from her. She saw that he had taken the bottle of baby oil again. She watched as he leaned forward and placed his wonderful hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes as he massaged her shoulders moving up to her neck.

His hands moved from her neck down to her breasts. His oiled hands cupped her breasts and carefully massaged eached one. He made sure to tease each nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

More quickly than she liked, she felt his hands move away from her breasts to her stomach. She felt his hands moving and massaging her stomach for a little and then move down to her hips. She felt his hands leave her hips and him shift, so she opened her eyes. She saw him scoot down and kneel by her right leg.

He leaned forward and placed both his oiled hands on her right hip. His hands moved then, massaging her hip. He then moved down and his hands separated. One hand on the outside of her right leg, the other on her upper inner thigh.

She had spread her legs and felt her hips move forward as his hand touched her. His hands moved down slightly, massaging, then back up again.

He worked his way down her leg, then back up again. He stopped as his hand was again on her upper inner thigh.

She felt him move again and saw that he was reapplying some oil onto his hand so she closed her eyes awaiting the sensation of his hand touching her again. She didn't have to wait too long, nor was she disappointed at his touch. It felt as if he touched more of her vagina. Although she wanted his fingers to touch her now. Touch her in a more certain way.

She nearly gasped in suprise as she felt his lips on her skin. More aptly, she felt his lips just above her bush. His kissing, she felt, was moving down the center of her. Down towards her now very excited pussy.

His hands moved down her legs, stopping at her knees. His lips kiss halfway down, closer to her pussy. Closer to her clit. He lifted his hands and placed both hands under each of her knees. Carefully he lifted her knees and spread her legs slightly.

She felt his hands pull her legs apart, she helped him by raising her legs slightly. She placed each foot on the bed near his knees. She then felt his oiled hands move down her leg from under her knees.

Slowly his hands moved down her legs, down her thighs. His lips, now tongue mostly, licked down to just above her clit. He saw, more than felt her hips moving her clit closer to his mouth. With much willpower, he resisted enveloping her clit between his lips. His tongue moved away from her clit, towards her right leg.

She gasped as his tongue passed over he clit. She felt his warm breath on her pussy. It felt good, she wanted his mouth to touch her. No, not touch her, she decided. She wanted his mouth to massage her aching pussy. She wanted his tongue to stroke her clit. She wanted those strong fingers to spread her pussy and enter her.

She felt herself getting more excited at the thought. Her body responded to those thoughts, her hips thrusted forward. She felt his hand on her right leg, holding her leg up as his tongue started swirling light tingling circles along her upper inner thigh. She felt his lips on her skin every once in a while when his tongue moved back into his mouth.

She felt his hot breath on her skin as his hand moved up along her leg. His tongue constantly moving, constantly stimulating her skin. She felt the excitement, the electricity run up along her leg from where his tongue touched her towards her clit. Every stroke. Every swirl of his tongue against her skin, she felt along and around her clit.

She was very excited now. She wanted his tongue to touch her. She moved her hands down to his head, gently pulling his head towards her. She was very pleased with herself as she felt his tongue moving back up her leg.

He moved up her inner thigh again, his tongue following the wet trail his tongue left just a moment before. His hand held her thighs from underneath apart. He felt her hips moving involuntarily towards his approaching tongue.

He moved his tongue along her upper inner thigh now. His hands gently squeezed her legs from underneath.

She gasped aloud then. She felt his lips close about his tongue and take a little of her skin into his mouth. She felt his lips tighten around the trapped skin and she felt the suction of his mouth against her skin. As with the electricity, her clit felt the pull of his lips with his sucking on her skin.

She felt him move up, his lips gently sucking up along her pussy. She waited, her body shook slightly as she slowly moved her hips towards his mouth.

He could smell her excitement. He wanted to taste her, but he wanted her to feel good. His lips moved past her clit, barely touching the side of it. Slowly, he moved his lips up. Past her tangle of pubic hair towards her stomach. His lips gently taking into his mouth her soft oiled skin.

She had sighed when his lips past her clit. She wanted him to take her into his mouth. She wanted to feel the massaging walls of his lips against her clit. Against her pussy. She felt his lips against her stomach, fast approaching the government buildings.

His lips played with her bellybutton for a few moments, then moved up. Again she felt the excitement rushing through her as she guessed where his lips were going. Slowly she felt his mouth approaching her breasts. Slowly she had felt him shifting himself up. One leg between eachother, he knelt between her.

She felt his lips then, on her breast. She felt his lips slowly sucking, in a very seductively way to look at it. She felt his lips sucking gently at her breasts, around her nipple. She felt his lips then his tongue on her breast. Slowly he alternated between his tongue and his lips.

His hands had moved up her legs then. Just as he stopped at her breast, his hands were on her inner thighs.

She felt his hands on her innner thighs. She felt his hands move past her pussy and up to her stomach. Still his hands moved up. She felt them cup her breasts as his wonderful mouth took her nipple in. She sighed as she felt his lips pull at her nipple. She noticed an exciting throbbing against her right leg then. Still enjoying the feeling of his mouth pulling and massaging her nipple, she felt his hardness against her right leg.

He was leaning against her, his hands on her breasts. His mouth over her nipple. His aching cock throbbing against his pants as if asking to be let loose. He felt her leg against him, against his cock. He let go of her nipple and moved his lips to under her breast. Slowly he sucked under her breast.

The cool air that immediately attacked her nipple was exciting and very erotic. She felt her hips move involuntarily with that. She felt his mouth, his lips sucking against her breast below her nipple. She felt him move across towards her other breast as his hands now teased her nipples. She felt his fingers lightly running around her breast, around her nipples.

She felt his cock through his pants on her leg. It throbbed the way her clit seemed to throb. She felt it, strong against her. She felt him, his hips moved slightly every time she moved her leg. She teased his cock with her leg by sliding her leg along his hardness. She looked at him as he teased her breasts with his mouth, tongue and fingers. She watched as he closed his eyes and moan softly as she moved her leg against his throbbing hardness.

She sighed again as she felt his mouth over her other nipple. She felt his tongue flicking gently against the tip of her nipple as he sucked her in. Slowly she felt his tongue match a rhythm. Every flick of his tongue across the top of her nipple moved with every movement of her leg.

She moved her leg slightly faster then. She stroked his cock through his pants with her leg. She felt his tongue stroking her nipple at the same time and speed.

She almost couldn't stand it. His tongue moved with her. Her leg moved with his tongue.

She reached up and pulled his head back.

"Lick me." she moaned.

She pushed his head down.

He moved as she wished. He felt ashamed that he was caught in the moment. The feel of her leg against his cock was good. He couldn't stop himself. But at the same time, he wanted to taste her. To smell her excitement again.

He head reached down between her legs then. His hands on her thighs, spreading her.

She watched as her hands stayed on his head. She felt him before she saw him move his head towards her. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back against the pillow, anticipating his soft touch against her pussy.

She wasn't disappointed for long as his mouth touched her. She moaned aloud as she felt his mouth open, slightly spreading her pussylips apart. Every sensation, every movement of his mouth sent shocking waves of erotic need through her. His breathing against her pussy too was erotic.

She felt herself moving her hips then, moving her pussylips against his mouth. Against his lips. She felt his hands, his fingers holding her legs apart. She felt her hands pulling his head towards her pussy.

His mouth kissed and massaged her pussy. He took deep breathes, enjoying her scent. Enjoying the taste and feel of her pleasure. He arched his chin forward then, opening his mouth slightly. He heard her gasp as his tongue moved past his lips and past her's. He felt her shake slightly as his tongue reached into her pussy to gently scoop some of her juices into his mouth.

She almost ached at the feel of his tongue entering her. She wanted his mouth to touch all of her. She moved then, moving herself against his mouth. Moving her pussy around his tongue.

He shifted slightly, letting his tongue slide slightly deeper into her pussy. He moved his tongue out then and up. He felt her lower herself slightly to allow his tongue access to her clit.

She let go of his head then. She slid her hands to the bed and felt her hands grip the blankets as his tongue slid around her clit. She felt herself pressing her pussy against his chin as his tongue moved slowly around her clit.


Rough Day



I'm at home waiting on you to return. You've been out and about all day today, running errands for work and home. I hear you come in the front door. The moment you enter the living room I can tell something is up. You drop your stuff on the floor and flop on the couch next to me. You don't even look over at me, you just stare at the celing. I give you a few moments to relax a little before I climb up on the back of the couch behind you and begin to give you a massage. Your head falls forward with a groan. You're very tense so I work my thumbs and the heels of my hands on each knot in your neck and shoulders. The way you lean forward to give me better access to your lower neck lets me know I'm doing exactly what you needed.

Once I feel the knots starting to ease I move and straddle your lap. You open your mouth to say something but I stop you with a kiss. A kiss that burns a trail from your lips, along your jaw, to your neck, and back up to your ear. I give your ear a light nip as my hands slide to the waistband of your jeans. The button is pushed though the hole and the zipper is pushed down. I slide my hand inside your pants and wraps around your cock. My hand pumps you lightly, the fabric of your boxers adding to the feeling.

I slide off your lap, my hands grabbing the waist of your jeans. You push against the back of the couch to lift yourself up and I drag your pants and boxers down your legs leaving them to rest at your ankles. I give you a devilish grin as I slide a hand down my own pants and cup my pussy before pulling it back out. I reach for your cock and the light glistens off the juices that cover my hand. I wrap it around your cock and begin to stroke you, my juices helping my hand slide along your length with ease. When your eyes fall closed and a moan escapes your lips I tighten my grip and stroke faster and I hear you hiss your pleasure. I don't let you enjoy this feeling too long before I replace my hand with my mouth. Sucking and licking my juices off of you. My tongue ring grazing the sensitive spot between the head and shaft of your cock.

I force my head down taking your entire length into my mouth and throat. I look up at you as I suck and slowly pull my mouth off of you. I stand before you and start to pull my shirt off. When you lean forward to help me remove my cloths I step back and tisk you until you sit back again. I sway my hips to music only I can hear and slowly remove my jeans, bra, and finally my underwear. I straddle your lap and lower myself on you. I can't help but moan at the feeling of your large cock spreading my soaking pussy. I begin to move my hips to the same rhythm as I stripped, making my pussy grip and release your cock as I move up and down on it. When I sense you're getting restless with that speed I place my hands on your shoulders and use them to help me bounce fast and hard on your cock. The sounds of how wet I am around your cock can be heard each time my hips sink on your cock. I feel your cock twitch as if it's close to release and I get off, before you can protest I turn and straddle you with my back to you. I place your cock at my ass and slowly lower myself down. 

Your hands grip my hips tightly as you moan loudly. Once I get adjusted to you in this hole I begin to bounce again. Because of how close you were before and the new tightness on you now you don't last much longer before you start to explode. I push my hips down, burying you in my ass as your cum fills me up. Before you start to go soft I turn around and put your cock back into my pussy leaning forward and putting my forehead on your shoulder.

"Don't worry love. This is only round one." Your arms wrap around me, holding me to you as we both catch our breath.



Rough Day



My bag hits the floor, smacking down on the wooden tiles, and I close the door gently behind me. I sag, with my back sliding down the door, my hands behind me, until I'm crouched as though sitting on a chair. My eyes are closed, and I'm trying desperately to calm my breathing.

"Hey."

I start upright, my thudding heart adding to the confusion. "Oh. Hi honey. Didn't think you'd be home yet ... "

Slim, almost boyish, figure, Angel looks at me, concern in her large brown eyes. "Is everything ok?"

I wipe my hand across my brow. "Yeah. Sure."

Angel takes a step closer, and I start to notice the details. She's had her hair down, her usually chocolate-brown hair now a deep violet with white and blonde streaks running through it. Her toned legs flex uneasily as she balances on petite kitten heels, and my eyes travel up those gorgeous tanned pillars to her hands running nervously down her sides, down a sleek black dress, ending just past the line of decent. The thin straps lie on her shoulders, accentuating her delicate neck. My eyes grow even wider as I realise she's wearing kohl around her eyes, a hint of blush on her cheeks, and she's nibbling on lips that have been glossed.

"Going somewhere?"

She hesitates, and her hands stiffen at her side. "No. I ... I was ... It was a surprise, gorgeous. But you look terrible. I don't know if it's a good idea anymore."

My hands are still behind me, and I lift my shoulders in a shrug. "I'm sorry. It's just that damn boss of mine. He's placed me in the line of fire again. But I don't want to talk about it. Come on, don't mind me. I'll run through a shower, I'll be fine."

Angel steps closer to me and my breathe catches in my throat as I catch her scent, fresh hints of citrus and softer tones of magnolia coupled with the sweet smell of her skin. I quit smoking just so that I could smell more of her, and I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling my shoulders relax. Her dress whispers as she steps closer, the kitten heels slowly tapping the floor.

"It's ok, honey. We can stay in tonight." Her voice is right by my ear, her breathe soft against my neck. I feel her arms pin mine against the door and her legs push between mine, spreading them apart. Her hips nudge against me, and I open my eyes as Angel closes hers. Her lips nuzzle mine and I gently lick softly at her lips, gently biting them and then pushing with my tongue until she opens them, and runs her tongue slowly across my lips, the tip touching gently on mine. She raises a hand and runs her fingers over my face, stroking my cheek, my brow, my nose, before gently closing my eyes. Her hand goes back to my arm, and I feel her lips run along my jawline, trail down my neck and soft kisses travel across my shoulders as she pushes my shirt aside. Her hips start to move against me, and my breathe catches as I feel a burning need to have her now. I push my hands away from the door, and Angel tightens her grip on my arms while her lips move from my neck down into the open Vee of the shirt. I slowly grind my pussy against hers, her hair tickling the soft skin of my throat. I moan as she runs her teeth over my shirt, my nipples stiffening and tingling as she nibbles them through the soft cotton. Angel tugs on my arms, and I slide with her to the floor, laying back as I feel my buttons being loosened, my belt sliding through it's hoops, my pants being tugged over my thighs and off. I reach my arms up and slide my hands over her arms, as I touch the soft skin on her inner arm, all I want to do is grab and her pin her down. Angel must feel my hands tighten and tense, and she flips her arms round, pinning mine to the floor instead.

"Uh-uh honey. Play nice now." My eyes are still closed, but I can hear the smile in her voice. I pull my arms under my body again, and arch up. Angel runs her tongue across my open nipples, blowing softly on my skin and then I feel her turn around, her legs straddling my shoulders, and her hair falls over my thighs. She blows softly on my inner thigh, before licking the fold between my thigh and my bum, her hair pooling in my crotch and I ache to move, but I don't. I stretch my head up instead and rub my nose against her panties, nuzzling my lips into the folds, tasting her fresh scent dripping through the panties and perfume haze. With a soft groan, Angel drops her head lower between my legs, slowly running her tongue over my slit, gently licking each fold and crease, before delicately dipping her finger into my cunt and slowly twirling while licking my clit. Within seconds I've groaned and shuddered my way to orgasm, moaning into her wet snatch.

Angel turns around and lies with her head against my chest, licking her now blood-red lips. "Feeling better?"

"A little." I smile. "So tell me more about the surprise?" 



Rough Day At The Office



It was a rough week at the office. Besides that, both of us were between men, off our diets, bogged down with the midwinter blahs and a vicious case of PMS.

As if we were psychic, Ronni and I sent our emails at practically the same time. "Girls night out?" "You bet!" We decided to go "toy" shopping at our favorite downtown sex shop, pop a bottle of wine, and order some take-out and just chill.

Since I worked downtown and she worked in midtown, we met right at Butterfly, the "woman-friendly" sex shop in my neighborhood straight after work. 

Ronni was about five foot four, although with her corporate-lawyer heels (and attitude) she was quite a bit taller, and her short skirts and tight jackets emphasized her hot curves. Her mixed-Latina background was evident in her dark skin and green eyes. Men (and women) loved the way her pinstriped skirts curved over the swell of her ass and breasts. Her glossy dark hair was pinned back, and I watched her shake it out as she approached me, smiling broadly with glossy burgundy-stained lips. 

I'd just come from work too, wearing my favorite black turtleneck dress, clinging to every curve of my ample but shapely frame, enticing without revealing, but showing my legs to their advantage. I was six feet tall, with a 42 double-D bust that was only moderately softened by the suit jackets I wore to court; I never wore flats, and used my stature to powerful advantage. I shook my dark shoulder-length curls out in response as I saw my best girlfriend walking up the avenue towards me.

"Hey, lady lawyer," Ronni said, swatting me on the ass. "Rough day at the office?" She pulled me into the alley, palming a joint.

"Hey, what are we, seventeen?" I took it and lit it. "Next thing you know you'll be defending me in court!" I took a long drag, and passed it off.

"So, we'll get disbarred, shorten our suits, and become dominatrixes. Dominatrices?" She giggled hysterically. "Come on, Lianne, we need to have some fun. Let's get us some toys, they never talk back, leave us with the check, or fucking snore."

"Or fart, steal the remote, or eat all the goddamn chips," I said, also laughing like a maniac. "And, we need to order a pizza when we get back to my place."

We strode purposefully into the store, a charming, well-lit and friendly emporium of sex toys, lubes, books, harnesses, light bondage gear and all sorts of sexy ephemera. We flipped through some storybooks, perused the porn films, and even snacked on the flavored lube ("Mmm...pina colada," Ronni smiled. "You've got the munchies BAD," I hissed.)

Finally, we reached the vibrator table. Dildos, we agreed, were far too static; being basically straight, we'd never gone the harness-and-dildo route either. We'd also never gone sex-toy shopping together, and, I had to admit, it was kind of turning me on. "Ummm....what do you think of this?" I held up the classic long thin vibrator. 

"You mean you don't have that? It's a classic! I got one when I was like fourteen! But now I'm more of, well, a g-spot girl." She held up a curved vibrator, with raised nubs on one side. 

"I'm more of a direct-clit girl," inspecting those giant "sex and the city" plug in monsters. "But I need penetration....those are kind of external only." I fiddled with some expensive silicone toys, the kind with the beads in them. I asked a sales lady, "Are they worth it?"

With a blissed-out look on her face, she said, "Oh, yes."

Eventually, I went with a slim, pretty-pink ribbed silicone vibe, and Ronni picked up a nubby, curved-G spot silicone joy-rider. I grabbed some pina colada lube samples and threw them in her bag, laughing. 

"She'll take these, since she's not booked her island vacation this year," I laughed. Ronni playfully swatted me on the ass. 

The saleslady grinned at us and said, "Maybe you'll both be sipping on them tonight." We giggled nervously, still a bit high, took our bags and left.

After a screeching five-minute taxi ride, we tumbled into my apartment. I wasted no time popping the cork from a bottle of Syrah as Ronni tore open a bag of Ruffles left over from a party we'd hosted last week, digging some onion dip out of the back of the fridge. 

She'd shed her suit jacket, revealing a strappy black camisole, her demi-bra peeking out and the tops of her full-C cup breasts clearly visible. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to caress her shapely ass, never having been affected like this by her before.

Taking a deep breath, I poured two glasses and settled on the couch with the wine, stretching my long legs out on the maple coffee table, kicking my pumps into the air. 

"Get over here, and bring that crap food with you," I shouted into the kitchen. She'd shed her heels too, and padded across the living room carpet to the big comfy sofa, flopping down, her feet in my lap. "Is this a hint?" I started massaging her pretty manicured feet through her smooth silky stockings.

"Yes, wench, do my bidding! Rub my tired feet!" She boomed her voice as she lay back like a queen, slugging her wine down in one large gulp and pouring another glass. I followed suit, tossed back the rich red wine. 

"And take off my stockings, wench!" Clearly, she was enjoying this. I pulled off her silky pantyhose, getting a glimpse of her lacy black panties in the process. "Yours too!" She was getting a bit of a buzz on, and I wondered, between the wine and the shopping, if she was getting as worked up as I was.

"Yes, my queen!" As I slipped off my stockings, I suddenly had a better idea. Resting her smooth pretty legs on the sofa, I got up, and slipped off to the hallway alcove, where our packages and my "junk drawer" – chock full of AA batteries – lived. I hastily unwrapped the vibrators we'd purchased, popped in the batteries, and innocently hid them behind my back. 

"Close your eyes, my queen!" I drank my second glass of wine down, because I had no idea where this was going to go; I was just feeling playful, at first. But the idea of tickling her feet with our new toys – and having her smooth, gorgeous, shapely legs in my bare lap – was making me as warm as the wine was. 

I turned on her soft, nubby vibrator – quietly, on the lowest speed – and traced it along her calves, running it along the tops of her feet. "Mmmm," she groaned, "what the hell-" 

I looked at her, grinning. "Shhh..." I slowly ran it along her feet, watching her toes twitch, then relax, and ran it back up her calves, then slowly up her thigh. I didn't know whether to dare to go further, until I saw her sweet full lips part, her head tilt back against the pillows, and her back arch up so slightly. 

I moved the textured body of the vibrator along the top of her full thigh, up the right leg, down the left. She gazed over at me with pure lust in her eyes, her fingers tracing circles around her nipples peeking over the top of her demi-cup bra. I hadn't noticed she'd tossed the camisole aside, so intent was I at stroking her legs with the buzzing toy. Her bare belly was so enticing, I circled her bare navel above her lacy panties; surprised, she let out a squeak and a giggle that made us both laugh in delight. 

But as the vibrator's tip traced a line straight down from her navel, across her panties down over her soft mound, she stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. I increased the pulsing, watching the little raised nubs shake slightly and the tip reverberate, bringing it down across her trembling slit hidden beneath the silken crotch of her dampening black panties.

I felt her fingers lacing through my tangle of curls as I moved in a zigzag pattern across her pussy, back and forth past her panties, then along her thighs, teasing her as she groaned and squirmed. I sensed my own wetness as I slipped my dress over my head, sliding the fingers of my free hand into my thong-clad slit, dipping in and out of the wetness and moaning in time with Ronnie's grunts and cries.

"Please, Lianne, please," she moaned, tugging at her panties. I took my hand from my soaking cunt and with the still-buzzing vibrator in my other hand, ripped them down around her ankles. I propped one of her legs up on the high back of the sofa, and the other on the coffee table, exposing her trimmed pussy, and pulled her ass up close to me, touching my inner thighs. 

I slowly slid the vibrator, curved side up, into her now-dripping slit, rocking it gently back and forth, as she quietly moaned in pleasure, licking her lips and clutching the pillows on the back of the sofa. I slowly turned the controls so the vibrations increased, and moved the toy back and forth inside her; her eyes widened with excitement as her ass and hips moved up and down, fucking the wide pulsing toy inside her, soaking it and pulling it deep within her tight throbbing-wet pussy.

The best was yet to come. I unhooked the front of her bra, and exposed her gorgeous, firm tits with their rock-hard dark nipples. I pulled out my new vibrator; the slim softly ridged one, and slowly ran it over her nipples. I alternated between her right and her left, watching her face contort in ecstasy, feeling her legs writhe around my body and her hips buck harder and harder as the sensations inside her pussy and on her tits came to an intense, raging peak. 

"Oh, God, Lianne, I can't stop, dammit, fuck, I'm coming...." She screamed, over and over, bucking against the sofa, finally falling back and pulling the soaked vibrator out of her sweet cunt. She looked at me and smiled, as I lazily stroked her soft breasts with the pink toy, my eyes watching her pulsing and shaking in a post-orgasmic frenzy, and my fingers absently stroking my own dripping slit.

Ronni sat up, lustfully gazed into my eyes, and breathlessly took my tit-teasing hand gently aside. She slid the long slender pink toy straight into my soaking pussy and turned it up full power. I fell back onto the sofa and threw my head back, screaming with pleasure, and immediately experienced the most explosive orgasm I'd had in a long time.

"Wow," I said, collapsing against the sofa pillows.

"Wow yourself," Ronni replied, turning around and curling up against me. "I'm never leaving this sofa."

"That means we're going to have to live on chips, dip, wine, and flavored lube." We laughed. There were worse ways to survive. 



Rough Day at the Office



Rough Day at the Office Using the office computer for erotic e-mails has serious consequences.

I met this girl on Literotica named Diane (name altered to protect whatever privacy she may have left).  She had a sexy avatar, and said she liked bondage and humiliation. She was looking for role playing partners. I'm not really into role playing or cyber sex. Maybe I'm just not that good at typing one handed or something. 

Anyway, just for the heck of it, I sent her a nasty message trying to play to her desire to be humiliated, but it didn't play all that well. It just made her mad. Women! Who can understand them. They say they want one thing, but when you give it to them it turns out not be what they really want. Sheesh! I guess just 'cause she wanted to be humiliated didn't mean she wanted to hear demeaning comments. I think I can understand that. Or maybe she just needed more foreplay before we got into heavy duty humiliation.

Well, anyway, I apologized, said I was just talking nasty because she had publicly said she liked it - my mistake. That didn't completely mollify her, but we did get into a bit of a conversation as we talked about what she really did like and so forth. It was a fun exchange of messages. She had experimented a bit with bondage and really got off on it. She'd had her ex-boyfriend Paul tie her up and spank her and stuff like that and found it really exciting. She said she had recurring fantasies of being stripped, humiliated and sexually abused or raped, with an element to her fantasies where she had done something to deserve being punished or abused. She liked the idea of being gang banged in revenge for something she had done.

Based on the time of day when she was sending me e-mails, it appeared she sent them from her office at work. Apparently she had a new boyfriend who was not a part of her cyber-life, so cybering was something she could do only when he wasn't around, which is pretty common. I don't think she actually cybered or role played at work, but she was setting it up at work, with the intent of trying to arrange an IM "play date" for sometime on the weekend when she was alone. Still, her e-mails from work were pretty explicit in terms of her kinks and fetishes. She was a consultant in a financial office. I was actually pretty impressed by her job. It sounded like she could really make some mammoth commissions on the kinds of financial deals she was working on.

Away from the office, she'd broken up with the guy who would tie her up. The new BF was more vanilla and hadn't gotten into that. I asked why she'd broken up with Paul who gave her what she liked, and she said he was just a jerk and that she couldn't stand him. Actually, she'd cheated on him with his best friend Brian, but she didn't like Brian either. Seemed like she liked to get fucked by guys she didn't like. It was more than just fantasy for her.

I had never done the role playing thing before, and frankly was a bit unsure how to go about it. I'm more comfortable composing a scene off line than trying to do it under pressure while the girl is waiting for me to get her off. To say nothing of the loss of blood from my own brain to lower in my body. But she read some of my posted writings and flattered me with the cyber equivalent of batting her eyelashes and admiring by body (of work). Nothing turns a writer on more than having their writing admired. OK, I'm a sucker for a hot girl flattering me. Can't help it. Can you blame me?

I asked her a lot of questions about her fantasies and fetishes, partly to know what I should say to turn her on, partly to try to get into it a bit more, and probably mostly to procrastinate about going to cyber-bed with her because I had "performance" insecurity.

I wanted to make it as real as possible for her and I thought it would be better to try to use something from her real life to set up the scene. I thought maybe her ex-boyfriend would be a good place to start, but I guess she'd already seen that movie and didn't want to read the book. Instead, I started asking questions about her office, who she worked with, what the dynamics were there. She started giving me the low-down on her co-workers.

She was pretty frank about who she liked and disliked in the office. Mostly the dislikes seemed to dominate. I guess she gets along fine with her bosses because she makes money for them, but there's a lot of jealousy at the co-worker level. Anyway, she really laid it on the line what she thought about the dorks she worked with. Here is a sample (just cut and pasted including typos etc) of one of the e-mails I got from her describing some of the things that turned her on and some of the people in her life.

John: I never thought much about being humiliated in front of women and men. interesting thought. you have my wheels turning now. just for the record...I'm not at all into women...but having women who know me and are watching me being humiliated would probably be more degrading than just men watching. I think because men would be watching thinking..."I would love to fuck that tied up cunt" and women would be watching thinking, "Ha! I always hated her...now the bitch is getting what she deserves". I really think women are meaner than men. Plus..being most women wouldn't be sexually attracted to me they would view it as me getting what I deserve...and laughing at me being dehumanized...since it would make them eliminate a competitor. That's women for ya. 

I would be mortified if my friends Jane and Martha were watching...but they would feel sorry for me. but I have women who hate me too....and they would love to see me degraded to a piece of shit. Some of them work with me...I hate them. I'm sure I would hate being humiliated in front of my boss and any co-workers. or neighbors...I think anyone that you have to face again.

Jane and Martha know that I like being tied up....I did tell them that. Girls share weird things like that lots of times. Jane thought it was a little weird...but I noticed Martha smiled a lot and sounded interested. She is quieter...and probably has really evil thoughts in her head..just doesn't say it out loud. 

I know I would be mortified if I was tied up and spanked in front of them....I'm not sure what their reaction would be. I am sure they wouldn't want me hurt at all....so you may have to make the people watching people that hate me....maybe some co-workers. lets see...I can think of 3 who aren't thrilled with me....Britany....jealous bitch....Greg...just a dumb moron....and maybe Al....who has asked me out a few times even though I have said NO...I'm in a relationship. Then he makes comments ... implying sexual things .... indirectly though. like he says...."Man what I would do with you baby".  He has also said..."Baby you don't need coffee you are hot enough already." It's embarrassing...but I look at it like he is making a fool of himself. I'll say things back..like..."in your dreams".

She listed a cast of characters there (all names changed to protect the guilty):

"Terrance" age 55: The big boss of the office. "Bob" age 45: Direct supervisor. "Al" age 30: Creepy co-worker "Greg" age 20: "dumb moron" co-worker "Britany" age 22: Bitchy co-worker. "Jane" and "Martha:" Two of her friends outside the office. "Paul:" Asshole ex-boyfriend who would tie her up. "Brian:" Paul's best friend with whom she cheated on Paul.

We exchanged e-mails for several days, talking about stuff like this. Then, I stopped hearing from her. I sent her a few more messages, but she didn't respond. I'm not one to cyber-stalk a woman, so I figured she would respond if or when she wanted to, and if she didn't there was nothing I could do about it. I was wondering what I had said that turned her off. Actually, I was a bit annoyed. I had put a lot of work into trying to script a scenario suited just to her fantasies and fetishes, just for her. I wasn't going to get all that much out of it myself except just the experience of trying it. Still, making a woman cum with words is a fun and powerful thing to do. Makes a writer feel very potent. So it was worth the effort to try. With all the work I'd put in on it, I was feeling kind of let down, almost insulted, that she just dropped it. I was hoping maybe she'd just gone out of town and hadn't mentioned her plans, but we'd been sort of aiming toward a role playing session the upcoming Saturday morning, so I guessed she'd had a change of plans.

I didn't hear from Diane for another week. I'd pretty much figured she'd blown me off by that time. When I did hear from her, it came from a different e-mail account. I didn't recognize who it was at first: Whole new nickname and everything. It was just a brief e-mail. She said she couldn't e-mail me from the office any more and had limited time from her apartment, so she couldn't tell me much for a while. She said she'd gotten in big trouble over our e-mails and would let me know more when she had time to write more. I wrote back and thanked her for letting me know. I didn't hear from her again for another two weeks after that. Finally, I got a long, long e-mail from her that told me the whole story. Here is what she wrote mostly, in her own words, just edited a bit for readability. I asked if I could post it on Literotica. She said she didn't want to post it under her name as it was too humiliating even with the buffer of internet anonymity, but I could post it under my name if I wanted. So here it is:

John:

Sorry to drop out of sight for so long, but I'm still trying to recover physically and mentally from a totally traumatic experience. Actually, I don't know if I will ever recover. I'm going to write it all out for you and hope that maybe writing it down will be cathartic, but it's hard to write it down because every time I try, I go into emotional shock. I've been spending most of my time in the shower for the last two weeks trying to get clean, and the rest of the time in bed furiously masturbating thinking about it. I keep breaking down crying. I am so ashamed, and yet so turned on. I am continuously wet and horny, yet I haven't seen my boyfriend in two weeks - haven't hardly left my apartment except to go to work, and at work I spend most of the time in the restroom, either retching or just sitting in a stall, hiding, while shaking and shivering. I think I'm in shock. I'm popping pills like crazy: Aspirin, Tylenol, Prozac, alcohol, caffeine, whatever. I apologize if the writing is rough, but I keep stopping to cry over the keyboard, and I can't keep my hands off my pussy.

Well, enough procrastination. Here's what happened:

On that Friday late afternoon, my supervisor, Bob, said there was going to a be a group meeting in the main conference room at 4:30 and I needed to be there. I asked him what it was about, but he just said I would find out when I got there, which seemed really odd to me. It didn't sound like good news. I looked around for someone else to ask, but the office was pretty empty and I couldn't find anyone who knew anything. Anyway, my co-workers weren't likely to confide in me and I wasn't going to ask them. It was "casual Friday" but I was starting to regret I hadn't dressed more formally. I had on some really tight white pants and tight stretch top.

At 4:30, I went to the conference room. The big boss Terrence and my supervisor Bob were there, along with Britany, Greg and Al. They were all sitting around the conference table. Greg, Al and Britany were around the left end of the table, and Terrance and Bob were near the right end. I started to sit down, but Terrance asked me to please close the door and remain standing. They had printouts spread out all over the conference table. 

Bob handed me one of the printouts and asked me if it was mine. I started to read it. I was floored when I realized it was part of our e-mail exchange, talking about me wanting to be abused and humiliated. My face flushed beet red as I started to read it and saw what it was. I don't know how they got those e-mails from my webmail account. I guess they have spy software on the system. They never did explain that to me.

I had no idea what to say. When I realized I could be fired, I think I turned from red to white. My legs started to shake. I was trying to decide if I could deny that these were my e-mails. I looked around the room. Terrance and Britany were looking very stern and angry. Greg and Al had leering grins. Bob I couldn't quite read, but I sure didn't see any allies in the room.

Bob said: "All of these printouts spread out all over the table appear to be your emails to this John Smy3th guy, where you told him about all sorts of sex fetishes and fantasies about being punished and humiliated. I guess you don't deny that this is yours, written and read on company time, on the company's computer, exchanged over the company's network and Internet connection? If these are yours, you should be ashamed."

I didn't know what to say, but "ashamed" didn't even begin to express how awful I was feeling.

Terrance said: "Diane, this is very serious. Aside from the sick and perverted sex acts described in these disgusting, filthy messages, the waste of company time and resources simply cannot be tolerated. Our computers are here for company business, not for your sick sex life."

I can tell you I had never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life up to that point, but looking back on it now, that was nothing compared to what happened later

Bob said: "Diane, do you have anything to say in your defense? We are about to refer this matter to Human Resources to initiate your termination." 

I couldn't decide whether to defend myself about the use of company time and resources, or to deny that I really wanted to be tied and abused in front of them all. They'd read the e-mails. They knew I have fantasized about them stripping and whipping me. Even though my clothes were still on, I felt virtually stripped and exposed in front of them by my e-mails. They also knew the nasty things I had said about them. Was it worse to get fired, or to keep working there knowing what they all knew about my kinky sex fantasies?

Finally, I managed to croak hoarsely out to just ask if there was anything I could do to make amends and not get fired. I was feeling about two inches tall. I totally hated having that bitch Britany, who now knew what I really think of her, in this position of power over me. I was practically peeing my pants in panic. There was a very long pause of silence, while all of them looked at each other. 

Then Thomas said rather sternly: "What might you suggest, Diane, as a suitable punishment for this, short of termination. We are willing to consider other possibilities - perhaps a punishment more suited to the crime."

I was still standing, though I felt like collapsing. I was wearing those tight white pants and the tight top molded to my figure. Terrance wouldn't let me sit down, so I was standing there while they were all sitting around the ends and other side of the table, staring at me. I realized that Greg, Al and Bob were staring at my crotch and my chest. I felt naked. I wanted to cover myself. I wished I had a folder or something to hold against the front of my body. I also realized that while I was panicked and humiliated, it was also causing my nipples to stick out, I needed to pee, and I was starting to feel warm and flushed all over. It felt like almost an out-of-body experience. The room was starting to feel blurry. Tears were forming in my eyes. I blinked them back. But still I felt a sense that this can't really be happening to me. It must be some sort of nightmare. I felt a sense of floating, of a roaring of the blood in my ears that made it hard to hear. My heart was pounding. I was sweating. I felt a dampness spreading all over, but focused on a hot, damp feeling in my crotch. I wanted to look down to see if there is a wet spot on my pants. Besides, I was having my period and hoping my tampon wasn't leaking.

Greg said to Al and Britany in a sort of stage whisper: "I think a good spanking would do her good and teach her a lesson."

Al gave a sort of Beavis and Butthead chuckle and said he'd be happy to help do that, especially if it's a bare bottomed spanking.

Britany just said: "That's too good for the Bitch. She'd actually LIKE it. She wants us to do that. She'd probably just cum all over you. Then she'd be surfing for porn on her office computer all the time just so she can get punished again. What a slut!"

My knees were beginning to buckle. I didn't think I could stay standing much longer.

Terrance said: "Well, I don't think any of that would be legal anyway. Diane, if you have nothing to say for yourself, then I guess there is nothing to do but turn this over to Human Resources."

I manage to find my voice: "I'll just quit. I'll go clean out my desk. Do you want me to write a letter of resignation."

Britany said to Terrance: "You shouldn't let her resign. She should be fired. Don't let her make it look voluntary. I think the slutty bitch should really suffer. And we should make sure we download all of her e-mails before she leaves so it is well documented."

I was trying to hold back tears. My lip was trembling. I was trying not to just start sobbing. I wanted to try to save at least some small shred of dignity. I absolutely hated that Britany had me at her mercy like this. I looked at her. A malicious grin of triumph spread over her face. I wanted to run out of the room, out of the building, out of my skin.

Bob said to Terrance: "I like her work. I just can't put up with her misusing the computer network or setting such a bad example. I would like to avoid firing her, but there would have to be severe disciplinary action instead. Very, very severe."

Terrance said to Bob: "Well, she is really your responsibility. I don't care what you do for discipline as long as you manage your group. I'll let you decide what you want to do."

I knew I just couldn't beg or plead, and I knew I certainly couldn't offer to be spanked or abused. For that matter, I knew they wouldn't accept it anyway. I was trying to come up with some idea like a suspension or something, but my mind wasn't working very well. I was speechless, chocking back sobs.

Britany said to Bob: "You aren't actually thinking about spanking the bitch are you? That wouldn't be punishment for this slut, it would be a reward!"

Bob said: "We couldn't do that legally, unless she offers it of her own free will, but I think if it were severe enough, it might actually be worth it." And then he grinned and said, "And besides, it's damned exciting to think about, and fun watching her squirm."

I managed to ask if I could please sit down.

Terrance said: "Actually, Diane, I want you to go over to that corner of the room, and stand in the corner facing the wall while we talk about this. I think that is what a naughty girl should do, don't you? Just go stand in the corner and keep quiet."

I was more inclined to just run from the room. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. I stared at him. He eyed me up and down, dwelling on my tits and my crotch. He pointed at the corner and said: "Go! Now!"

On wobbling legs, I went over to the corner. I faced the wall. I leaned my head against it. Tears were running down my face. I could feel my butt sticking out into the room like it was naked. I felt everyone's eyes on it. My pants felt too tight on my ass. I wanted to pull the cloth out of my butt crack, but didn't dare. I was sure everyone was visually peeling my pants off. I felt like I was back in grammar school, like I was about 7 years old, and had been a naughty, nasty little girl sent to the Principal's office.

Britany laughed out loud.

Al started to chuckle too, and then said: "Look, I think she's starting to pee her pants."




Rough Day at the Office



Britany said: "I don't think that's pee. I think the little slut is creaming her panties because this turns her on, just like she says in these disgusting e-mails. What about it, bitch? Are you going to piss your pants?"

Miserably, I shook my head, though actually, I could pretty well wet myself by then, but I knew it wasn't pee they were seeing.

I heard them all whispering to each other about appropriate punishment.

Terrance finally said: "Diane, officially, all we can do is fire and prosecute you, but Bob and I are going to leave it to Al, Greg and Britany to decide if some alternative punishment would be satisfactory. We are going to leave you to them. If they decide you have been adequately punished, and are sufficiently contrite and reformed, we may let you stay."

I said: "Well, ok......but I really have to know what they intend to do before I decide."

My legs began shaking nervously.

Terrance said: "Diane, we already know how much you crave punishment anyway. Just go with it. So long Diane. We'll see you on Monday." Then Terrance and Bob left the room. I guess management was trying for plausible deniability or something.

"Shit" "I muttered.....then I was thinking...I can't let these creeps do anything to me."

Britany started reading some of my e-mails out loud to the guys and they were all snickering at me. I felt my face turning redder as I stared into the corner.

Britany said: "What a total slut Diane is."

Knowing that bitch Britany was trying to humiliate the shit out of me I didn't say anything, thinking...maybe that's the punishment...them laughing and teasing me.

Al said: "I thought she was a stuck up bitch, but she's just a bitch in heat."

I continued staring into the wall...waiting for their name calling to end.

Greg said: "Let's just give her what she wants."

I turned my head around as Greg said that, wondering....no way they will do that. They better not. Then thinking ... Terrance is such an ass to leave me with these morons.

Al and Greg took my arms and started to pull me to the table. I let them do this...thinking....this is weird; feeling myself getting very nervous...but still not saying anything, then thinking ... I wonder what they are up to?

They leaned me forward over the table with my butt sticking out. I leaned on the table...bent over....feeling my pants pull tightly against my ass....now thinking...they are gonna spank me..shit. OK...I'll let them.. but that's it.

Terrance got a roll of strapping tape and taped my arms to the far table legs.

As he quickly taped my arms, I yelled out: "Shit...you asshole!"

Al said: "It's your asshole you should worry about."

I struggled ... but my arms were tightly taped with that strong fiber reinforced tape. I was trapped there, bent over....thinking...at least I have my clothes on.

I yelled: "Fuck you Al.... you moron." 

I struggled more...trying to break free of the tape.

Al said: "Again, Diane, its you getting fucked you should worry about."

I told him: "You better not try it you asshole."

I continued trying to break free of the tape...but the tape was too strong and I couldn't get out of it.

Britany left for a minute. Greg kept reading the e-mails, and laughing.

Britany came back with my purse. I watched as she walked in with my purse. I yelled, "don't you dare go through that you bitch. Don't..i'm warning you."

Britany just ignored me and dumped it all out on the table. The guys started pawing through it. Greg held up my tampons: "I wonder if she's on the rag now?"

I said: "You bastard Greg.....I hate you."

Greg said: "But I love having you tied up like this. You have such a hot ass."

I just put my head on the table...my hair covering my face now.

Greg said: "If you hated me before, think how much more you'll hate me after we fuck you up."

I groaned, hoping he didn't really mean what he said.

Then Al stuck his hand on my crotch and felt my pants, rubbing my pussy through my pants. I squirmed trying to get my crotch away from his hand...but then I felt myself becoming damp. I was hoping he didn't feel it through my thong and pants, guessing he probably didn't.

Britany said: "You know, Diane, I now know how much you fantasize about being degraded, but I am really going to enjoy seeing it actually happen. And if it really does get you off, it will just prove what a slut you really are."

Then Al said: "She's soaking wet down here. It must really turn her on."

I said: "You'd better not degrade me. It's only a fantasy." I mumbled "Fuck," into the table.

Brittany said: "Well, then, we're going to do you the favor of helping you live out your fantasy."

I was thinking, "No way they are gonna do those things to me....thats Crazy. And then I told them that: "That's what you think...no way."

Britany said: "The thing is, we have all these e-mails we could make public. I don't think you'd want us to do that. I don't think you'd want it publicized how your cunt is dripping from us doing this."

I said: "You bitch...ok...just tell me what are you gonna do? isn't this enough punishment already?"

Brittany said "Not even close. Besides, now that I know you think I'm a jealous bitch, I might as well be one."

I tried to back out of that. I said: "Britany . . . I never meant it....I was only playing around."

Greg said: "Yeah, and she thinks I'm a dumb moron, so I guess this dumb moron might as well stick it up her ass."

I was starting to whine at that point: "Greg....c'mon....I like you...pleeeaaaase, I swear I do;" 

Al said: "And she thinks she's too good for me and that I'm hot for her. Well, I am, and now I don't think she's in any "position" to feel she's too good for me.

I said to Al, "I think you are cool. I would go out with you. I swear, Al. I'll date you. I swear. I'm not hot.....you are Al."

Al said: "Date me? Heck, I think you're going to fuck me, and beg for it. If you think I'm hot, you won't mind my hot dick up your butt?"

"Shit," I mumbled into the table.....fuck.....seeing that "playing nice" didn't work, I yelled: "Fuck you....you better not try it, asshole."

Brittany held up my phone she had gotten from my purse, and said, "Hey guys, she has a camera phone."

I thought...shit...they are gonna take pictures...fuck.

Britany said, " Oh, this is perfect. This is gonna really be fun!

I said, "Oh god."

Britany said, "You can worship us if you want to."

I realized this was getting worse.

Britany was going through my phonebook on my phone, finding my friend's phone numbers. Al and Greg were laughing hysterically

I remained there...bent over as they invaded my private life. I groaned again into the table...hiding my face with my hair.

Britany said to Greg and Al: "Wouldn't you like to get her naked?  I know you think she has a hot body. According to her e-mails, she also thinks she has a fat ass. I think we should be the judges of that, don't you guys?"

Greg got a pair of scissors and was standing there opening and closing them menacingly.

I looked up at Britany and said: "C'mon...pleeease don't...please Britany. Pleeease you can't, please Bri. I'll pay you guys or something, but . . . pleeease don't cut my pants off."

(To be honest, I think sometimes Diane seemed like she was egging them on to do nasty things to her, suggesting them by asking them not to, but that's just my impression)

Britany grinned wickedly at me: "Diane, you have your fantasies, and I have mine. My fantasy is to totally dominate and humiliate you, bitch."

Fuck,.....I groaned. This was really bad. I tried a different tack: "Britany...don't cut my pants...pleeease...they aren't cheap."

Britany replied: "Your pants may not be cheap, but you are a cheap whore."

Greg said: "Ok, I don't think we need to cut her pants off."

I sighed with relief . . . too soon.

Greg said: "We can just pull them off. We just have to cut off her top. Don't worry Diane, well save your pants. Your ass is something else."

I don't know what I was thinking at that point, but I said: "ok ok.....but pleeease leave my thong on pleeease." Then I was thinking...shit...I'm bargaining with these idiots.

Al said: "You wear thongs? That's hot. I wanna see your thong."

I said: "Just leave it on...pleeease."

Al started taking off my shoes. I tried kicking at him to stop him, but Greg grabbed one leg and Al held the other one and they took off my shoes. 

Then Al reached under my tummy. I was feeling his hands reaching for my pants button. I tried to squirm so he couldn't get to it, but it was no use. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. I could feel the creep's hand sliding down my tummy to my panties. It grossed me out. Then the two of them started pulling my pants down over my butt leaving me with my ass sticking out with just my thong, which I knew wasn't covering much. I was seriously wishing I had worn something else. I groaned again as I felt my pants being pulled down to my thighs, knowing my thong was now showing, and probably wet. Al finished pulling my pants all the way off, and gave my ass a big slap with the flat of his hand. It stung something fierce. I could tell they were all looking at my cunt showing through my damp thong from behind. I tried to close my legs, but they pried them apart.

I knew my fat ass was sticking out. 

Then Britany said: "So, guys, what do you think? Is her ass as fat as she thinks it is?"

She hefted my butt cheeks and slapped them. I was humiliated that Britany even knew I think my own ass is fat. My butt cheeks were stinging from her slaps.

Britany said: "I think you've been putting on a few pounds back here. Too much sitting at your computer beating off instead of getting off your fat ass and working." I was even more humiliated as Bri was making fun of my ass to Greg and Al.

Greg and Al laughed at her comments. I could feel them each take a butt cheek and heft them. 

"Yep." Said Al, "Serious case of Lard-Ass here."

As they laughed at my fat ass I felt them lifting up my ass cheeks and dropping them and watching them bounce.

Greg said: "Maybe she can get some of the excess fat transplanted to her tiny titties."

I was just listening to them degrade me over and over and then hearing them laughing...like I'm one big joke.

Greg started slicing my top off with the scissors. Feeling the scissors cutting through my top I groaned in defeat, knowing this was way more than name calling...it was abuse.....but my pussy felt wet. I thought..shit!

Greg got my top cut off and unhooked my bra. The straps fell onto the table. My breasts were still hidden under me against the table. Greg reached under my chest and felt my tits.

Greg said: "Not much on top here. I guess all the fat is in her ass."

I mumbled: "Asshole." I felt my face getting very red again.

Greg pinched my right nipple and pulled it out to the side where he could see it. Then he asked: "What size bra do you wear, Diane?"

At this point, I didn't see much point trying to keep it a secret. They could see what I had (or didn't have). "34c," I replied meekly. He pinched my nipple and I flinched. He pulled the other nipple out to the other side. I was feeling my breasts separate. Then he was holding both of them, massaging my tits. He started laughing at my breasts. He said: I guess we can't call her a boob. She hardly has any. They were all laughing at my breasts. I hadn't been so embarrassed about my tits since junior high. 

My hair was covering my face. I thought: "Thank god. I couldn't bear to look at them doing this to me." But of course, I thought too soon. Britany pulled my hair back into a pony tail and put a rubber band on it, saying: "I want to see the look on your face, bitch."

Shit . . . I moaned as she pulled my hair back (I hate the way I look in a pony tail though I guess it was sort of trivial at that point. Still, I think I look ugly in a pony tail. But I also hated lying there with my face now exposed...nowhere to hide.

Then to my horror, Britany started taking pictures of me with my phone, showing my tits and my face. I closed my eyes....trying to wish this was all a nightmare. She kept taking more pictures, moving around to my ass. I was totally embarrassed as I was forced to stand there bent over, stripped of my clothes and dignity. I remained quiet but a couple of tears rolled down my cheeks.

Britany said: "Look at the crotch of her thong. It's soaking wet. Phew, I can smell the dirty whore from here!"

I was feeling embarrassed as she said that. I put my face on the table again. 

Then I said: "You are all gonna be arrested when this is over. I swear you're all going to jail. Assholes."

Britany said: "I don't think you are going to tell anyone about this."

I looked up at her...and said, "Oh yes I am. You can bet on it, bitch."

Britany laughed at me: "With all these e-mails here saying you really want us to do this, I don't think you would have much of a case anyway. You begged us for it in writing. You are fucked, Diane, or will be."

Shit: "Britany you are such a bitch. Fuck you."

Britany laughed at me: "How about if I just watch them fuck you instead?"

I groaned knowing arguing was no use.

Britany said: "I know you already think I'm a bitch. I think you look like a bitch in heat now, with your dripping pussy presented for these dogs."

Then Greg got a couple of those spring clamp paper clips from a drawer, walked around, pulled out my right nipple, and put a clip on my nipple. You can't believe how much that hurt! I don't know how I managed not to piss myself. I was yelling and screaming, "OOWWWW FUCKKKKKK that hurts you fucking asshole!"

I heard Al laughing: "Wow, her cunt practically squirted when you clamped her tit."

I screamed, "FUCK YOU ALL!" The pain was just incredible. I thought I was going to faint. Actually, I was starting to wish I could. It felt like the clip was going to cut my nipple off. I started struggling against the tape trying desperately to get loose. I just started yelling, "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"

Al said: "You keep saying 'fuck you.' I guess you must really want to fuck me. I would sure be happy to oblige, slut."

I said to Al: "If you liked me enough to want to date me, why are you being so mean to me."

"Diane," Al said, "This is better than any date with you I could have dreamed of."

I kept squirming, trying to break free of the tape on my arms, but I wasn't getting anywhere. Then Al started pulling my left leg wide and starting to tape my ankle out to the table leg. I could feel him wrapping the tape around my ankle. I realized what he was doing. I tried try to kick Al and then begin moving my legs to keep them away from the table legs. Greg helped Al grab my legs. They pulled both of my legs out to the side and taped my ankles to the table legs. So there I was with nothing on but my wet thong and a clamp that felt like it was cutting my nipple off, basically spread eagled over the table.

I felt a huge whack across my ass with something. I yelped and looked back to see Britany holding the wooden blackboard pointer. She grinned this evil grin and then gave me another whack right up against my cunt.  I grunted in pain as it hit my cunt.....UUGHHHHHHH FUKKKKK it hurt.

Britany just laughed. Hearing Bri laugh only humiliated me more. I was thinking, "This is what she's always wanted to do to me." And then she gave my pussy a really hard whack with that infernal pointer, right down my lips! Man did that hurt. I think I almost broke the table trashing around in pain.

Al said to Britany, "Wow, that had to really hurt. Britany, I think Diane is right. You really are a bitch." 

Britany said to Al: "And you loved it, didn't you Al?"

And fuck it really did hurt. I moaned and tears rolled from my eyes Al stuck his hand between my legs and started rubbing my cunt through the crotch of my thong. He just stood there rubbing it, stroking it, feeling me, feeling my soaking thong. Humiliating though it was, it was actually feeling good after having Bri whacking my cunt with the pointer. I was feeling myself reacting with pleasure. I couldn't believe I could find anything arousing at this point, but it was. I put my head down on the table, embarrassed that my body was reacting to this creep's hand; knowing he was feeling my wetness.

Al announced to the other two: "She's getting wetter and wetter. She really does love this. She just hates to admit it."

Fuck...I groaned into the table again.

Britany said: "She's a real pain slut," and with a gleeful cackle she hit my pussy again, so hard I thought she might break the pointer. It was so painful, but at the same time, the pain felt almost orgasmic. 

I yelled: "Fuck you Bri...you will pay for doing this to me."

Britany just laughed: "Oh, fuck, you love it. I think you're going to cum any minute." What a fucking bitch she is, but I was afraid she was right.

Al was stroking my butt cheeks, feeling my pussy, squeezing my cunt lips through my thong.

Greg took my left nipple (the one without the clamp) and started pinching it, and then he leaned down and started sucking and biting it. I tried to pull away but couldn't move much.

Britany said: "Al, don't let her cum too soon." Al stopped stroking me. Apparently, Britany was determined to make my humiliation last a long time.

Al pulled his hand back and instead of stroking my cunt, he slapped it with his hand, then again and again.

I screamed, "OOWWWW OOOWWW OOWWWW FFUKKK! That hurts, Asshole."

Al laughed: "I'll bet it hurts your twat more than it hurts my asshole."

I pleaded: "Pleeease Al....stop I beg you ...OOWWWW FFUUKK."

Greg said: "Speaking of assholes, I think it's time we get to see Diane's."

I thought, oh, no. No way. But at least Al quit slapping my pussy. 

Al said: "Good idea. Ok, little miss asshole, let's see it," and he snipped the little thong straps with the scissors and pulled the scraps off. All three of them stood behind me, just staring for a while.

Then Greg said: "Look. There's a tampon string sticking out of her cunt. She is on the rag. Does that explain why she's so bitchy?"

Al said: "Nah, she's that way all the time."

Greg started to pull out the tampon. 

Britany said: "Maybe we should put a bucket under her twat to catch the mess."

Al got a waste basket and stuck it under me. Greg pulled the tampon out and dropped it in the waste basket. I could feel stuff seeping out of me. I figured they must be pretty grossed out, but Bri was taking more pictures.

Bri said: "Al, I think you should really give her a good spanking. She's such a naughty little slut. Doesn't her fat ass look like it needs to be bright red, like a baboon in heat?"

"Pleaseeee." I knew they weren't going to listen.

Britany asked me: "Please what, Diane? Please spank your ass, like we know you really want?"

"Ohh god...please stop," I begged. "Please Britany...you've punished me Enough."

Britany said: "I'll tell you what, Diane. I'm going to give you a chance to beg."

I looked up at Bri, wondering what game she was playing now. She started dialing my phone. She said "Hello, Paul?"

Shit I moaned as I heard her talking to my jerk of an ex-boyfriend. I groaned, knowing this was now a bigger punishment then I ever could have imagined.

Bri said: "Paul, we have your ex-bitch Diane here. We are playing a little game with her. Here, I'll show you a picture. Yep, she's tied down and stripped. Here, you can see her dripping twat.

I screamed out: "Help me Paul. I'm in the office. Help me. They are abusing me. Help me."

Bri said: "Paul, I've decided to leave it up to you whether she gets her ass whipped. I think she wants to beg you to ask us not to." 

Bri: "Diane, I said you could beg, so maybe you should try Begging Paul. If he says not to spank you, we won't."




Rough Day at the Office



I hated begging to that asshole Paul, but it seemed I had no choice. 

Bri put the phone up to my ear. I heard Paul laughing hysterically.

"Paul....pleaseee pleasee. Please Paul. I didn't mean everything I did. Pleaseee. I swear, Paul....I'll do anything...just stop them."

Paul was still laughing: "Anything, Diane? What sort of "anything"

"I swear Paul...just come down here and untie me and tell them to leave me alone."

Paul said: "Hey, I'm really interested in this "anything" you'll do for me. Tell me more about that."

I was begging him: "C'mon Paul..just help me....pleeeease. I am sorry I cheated on you. I swear I'm sorry."

Paul said: "Oh, poor Diane, getting treated like the cheating slut you are."

"C'mon Paul," I begged. "This is criminal...you can't just let them do this to me."

But Paul was being an asshole, just like always: "Hey, Diane, Brian wants another shot at you. I'm thinking maybe if we get them to let you go, you'll come over here and let us do you together."

I heard Al and Greg protest. They didn't want to lose their shots at me.

Bri took the phone back. "What do you think Paul? Oh, yeah, sure, We'll send you more pictures while we do it. Sure, no problem."

Shit, I groaned...fucking asshole and fucking bitch.

Al put his left hand on the small of my back and started spanking my left ass cheek with his right hand. Greg took the other side and started spanking the right ass cheek. I could see Bri taking pictures for Paul. My ass was on fire. Bri and Paul were still talking on the phone. Bri was laughing: My humiliation was the source of her entertainment. But honestly, my burning ass was taking my mind off Bri and the phone call. I was squirming and struggling, trying to kick, trying to do anything to get loose. Crying, screaming, begging, yelling.

Then Greg said: "Ok, enough foreplay. I think it's time to just fuck her."

"Ohhh shit," I begged, "pleeeeease no."

I could feel Al wiping my pussy juice up my butt crack to my asshole and fingering my asshole. Feeling my juices being smeared up to my asshole, I knew worse was yet to come. At this point I stopped begging and tried to get enough mindpower together to take the abuse.

Greg was sticking his fingers into my vagina while Al was sticking his finger in my asshole. Bri was taking pictures and talking to Paul. Feeling their fingers invading my cunt and asshole, I felt so degraded, and I was thinking I could never face these people again.

Bri said: "Look at the slut rubbing herself against the table edge!  She's trying to get herself off on the table. She'd fuck anything."

I hadn't even realized I was doing that, but she was right. I was squirming and rubbing the area of my clit against the edge of the table. It was taking my mind off all the pain and degradation. But now that Bri was making fun of me for it, I tried to stop. I was feeling my body reacting; getting wetter. I was thinking: "How sick am I that my body is reacting like this?"

Then I heard Greg unzipping his pants.

Bri said: "Wow, Greg, what a tool! I think that thing's gonna really hurt her." 

Obviously, Greg was about to fuck me. I was afraid to look at the size of Greg. I just looked ahead. But Greg grabbed me by the pony tail and pulled my head around to look at his erection. I yelled OOWWWWWW as he pulled my hair, and then OOHHHH as I saw the size of his cock. He got behind me and started pushing his cock into my vagina, pressing it gently right against the outside of my opening. He was still holding onto my pony tail, pulling my head back. Al was still fingering my asshole. In spite of all the pain and degradation, I don't think I had ever been so aroused. I could feel Greg's big cock entering my cunt. I groaned and then grunted in pain as he pulled my hair and thrust into my cunt as Al's fingers played with my juices on my asshole.

Bri said: "Look at the slut humping towards his dick. She wants it.  She's hot for you Greg. She wants your fucking cock all the way inside her."

I could feel Greg's zipper cutting into my sore, spanked ass checks.

Bri came around in front of me and looked me in the eyes, watching my pained expression. I groaned as Greg got me hotter. I was pissed at myself for that happening...and at Bri for noticing.

Al said: "Wow, look at all the juice she's pumping out. She's running like a river. She's hotter than hell."

Then Britany picked up the other clamp and put it on my other nipple. The pain was intense; excruciating. I screamed in agony. It seemed like the pain connected right down to my clit. I could feel myself start to cum in spite of the pain.

I knew I must really be a slut. Bri was announcing the play by play of me cumming. I was feeling like a total slut as my body was cumming and spilling my juice into the wastebasket under my spread legs.

Al yelled: "Slut!" Greg yelled: "Cunt!" Bri yelled: "whore!"

They started a three way chant as Greg pumped his cock in time to the chant. Slut. Cunt. Whore. . . Slut. Cunt. Whore. The chanting was making me feel even more degraded as Greg pumped and I could feel he was about to cum.

Then Bri dialed the phone again. She said: "Guess who I'm calling now, slut."

"I don't know," I moaned.

Bri: "Hello, Jane?"

I groaned again. Now the fucking bitch was calling my girl friends. I was thinking: Bri is gonna call everyone I know and tell them what a lowlife slut I am. Shit. Why did I ever email that John guy?

Bri: "Jane, your friend Diane wants you to see something. She wants you to see how much she likes being tied up and abused. How wet it makes her. Here's a picture. Yeah, Jane, I think she's just about to cum."

"Ohh fuck," I groaned in more humiliation, as Jane could see what a loser I am.

Then I felt Greg groan, shiver and convulse against me. I was feeling Greg cumming into my cunt as he pressed against my ass, jerking hard. I felt his cum pouring into my vagina.

Bri said: "Diane, Jane says to tell you she can't believe you could like being such a slut."

There didn't seem to be any point in trying to deny it defend myself. Obviously, I was a dirty slut. Even I could see that.

Al said: "Greg, Any time you finish there, I'd like a turn."

Greg pulled out. He reached under me and started fingering my clit. I was feeling myself getting excited again as he touched my clit.

Greg told me: "We want to watch you cum, Diane."

He squeezed and rubbed gently at my clit. I was humiliated even more as they all looked between my legs to watch me cum. I groaned in pleasure this time as I begin to get very excited - feeling myself getting wetter and hotter.

Then Bri took the clamps off my nipples and started rubbing my tits. My nipples, which had mostly gone numb, began throbbing in new pain as the blood rushed back into them again. It was agonizing. I started screaming. Bri took my shredded thong, wiped it across my cunt, and then stuffed it into my open mouth to muffle my screams. I had a mouthful of the mess that was all over my ass and cunt. It was disgusting. I felt like gagging, but it smelled like sex and amazingly I found that erotic even in my disgust.

Al had my pussy and asshole in a bowling ball grip: Thumb in my asshole and two fingers in my vagina. Greg was rubbing my clit. Bri was laughing and taking pictures. I felt myself about to cum as they continued to work me. Then I heard Al unzip his pants for his turn at me. As I was about to cum, Greg pinched my clit - hard. I shrieked and bucked, trying to escape his torments. Al stepped up behind me and started to push his cock into what I now was thinking of as my dripping fuck hole. As I was on the edge anyway, I instantly came; thrashing, convulsing and shaking. I could feel our juices pouring out of me.

Al got his dick wet in my cunt, then I could feel him withdraw. Then I felt his wet dick pressed against my asshole. 

Bri laughed maniacally but I only heard it as background. I was focusing on worrying about getting ass-fucked. With his cock pressing slowly into my asshole, I groaned, knowing it was gonna hurt. Al was pushing his cock into me slowly, but firmly. Greg had one hand on my clit and the other fingering my cunt hole. I grunted in pain as Al's dick entered my asshole. Al groaned in pleasure as the knob of his cock popped through my sphincter. I screamed again in pain. Bri laughed.

Al said: "Oh, Diane, this is so fantastic. I always knew you'd be a hot fuck."

I felt him pound my asshole as Greg and Bri laughed, watching me get my ass fucked.

Bri said: "With that fat ass, I guess she's built for comfort, not speed." 

I looked up at Bri with daggers in my eyes, and pain in my face. Bri grabbed my pony tail in one hand and my chin in the other, staring into my eyes. I stared back into Bri's eyes. I could see, almost feel, the hatred in Bri's eyes as Al continued fucking my ass and Greg kept fingering and pinching me. She looked so mean and angry and seemed to love looking into my eyes as I got the shit humiliated and fucked out of me. I hated having her looking into my eyes like that, seeing her lording it over me while I got fucked. I tried to close my eyes, but she pulled harder on my hair, forcing my eyes open. It was incredibly humbling, seeing her leer of triumph. I cried in shame and pain. I was defeated. She won. I lost. I was being raped for her victory celebration.

Al started pounding harder and harder, faster and faster, pumping his cock into and out of my sore, raw anus. I grunted while staring back at Bri. Al began jerking spasmodically. He groaned. I could feel him get really hard and begin to release his load into my asshole, his cum was pouring deep into my ass. Bri held my eyes as I got my ass fucked.

Greg yelled: "She's cumming again! What a hot fuck she is!"

And sure enough, to my utter shame, another orgasmic wave rippled through me as I felt Al cumming in my ass. Then I finally lost control of my bladder and started pissing and pissing and pissing. That too was orgasmic after needing to pee for so long. The piss was squirting down into the wastebasket and down my legs. Bri was snapping pictures. Then Al slowly pulled out. I could feel the mixed mess dripping down my ass, across my pussy, down my thighs. The cum, the piss, the menstrual blood, the sweat, were all dripping into the wastebasket below.

Bri got back on my phone: "Paul? We can save her for you if you want to come over and take a turn." She laughed, and laughed and laughed.

They got a box knife and cut the tape from my wrists and ankles. I was too weak to do anything but just lay there across the conference table.

I was thinking that when I went to work that Friday, I could never have imagined I was going to get tied up and raped by my co-workers. I felt humiliated, ashamed, degraded to nothing more then a piece of shit.

They just left me there. They just walked out of the room and left. I don't know if they went home or if they all went out to some bar to recount my punishment and humiliation over a few beers.

I was left to try to put myself back together. My thong was a sodden mess with the strings cut. My top was cut down the sides and arms, useless. In tears, I pulled my pants back on over my bare dripping ass, put my shoes on, and staggered topless to the restroom, where I tried to clean up with paper towels. Fortunately, by that time, everyone else had gone home and the office was empty. I was a total wreck.

I had a coat by my desk so I put that on to cover my top. I found my cell phone on my desk. The photos had all been e-mailed to Britany. I was petrified of possibly meeting someone in the elevator, having to ride down with them, but I didn't think my legs could make it down the stairs. But I was lucky and rode down alone. I couldn't even look at the guard in the lobby. I got down to the garage (at least I wasn't much worried about getting attacked in the garage), got my car, and drove home. It was the longest drive of my life.

When I got home, I started showering. I stood under the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing my pussy and my ass. I tried to soothe my throbbing nipples. There were some really nasty oozing cuts in them from those clamps, to say nothing of the bruising and swelling. I couldn't put on a blouse all weekend I staggered into bed and stayed there all weekend, sometimes crying, sometimes frigging myself to repeated orgasms. I looked at the disgusting pictures on my phone, and to my shame found that they mad me frig my clit 'til I came. I don't know if I loved it or hated it. My sex fantasy came true. I didn't think I could ever go back to work, but on Monday, I did. I ignored everyone in the office. I didn't speak to them. I didn't meet their eyes. And most of all, I sure as hell wasn't going to send you any more e-mails from the office.

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Rough Day at Work



Adam was carrying a heavy looking box towards the basement stairs at work. Hailey looked at him and set aside the broom she had been using to sweep the floor. 

"Need some help?" She offered, taking one end of the heavy box. Everyone else had already left. Usually it was only Hailey that worked this late, so she was surprised to see Adam still there. Most of the lights were off, and everything was quiet. 

"Thanks." He said, eyeing her over the top of the box. He had been looking for an opportunity to get Hailey alone, and tonight seemed like it was going to happen. She had just turned 18, and he was only 5 years her senior. He found her strange appearance much more arousing than some of the other younger girls that worked there. Hailey had a very curvy body, which she was very self conscious about. Adam could tell she kept it in shape, but was rarely seen out of jeans and sweaters. She had lovely, full breasts, and a large butt. Her face was heart shaped, with full pouty lips, a cute little nose, and big brown eyes. She had blonde hair which she had decided to let go natural today, so it was just lying on her shoulders, wavy. 

As they reached the little dark and dank room hidden around the corner from the stairwell, Hailey realized just how tall Adam was. He must have been over 6 feet, and he was skinny too. He had dark brown hair that touched the back of his neck, lovely blue eyes, and he seemed to always be wearing a smirk. She blushed as they lowered the box carefully because she was directly facing his package. If she wasn't so absorbed in that thought, she might have noticed Adam looking down her shirt. 

"Okay, well I'm going to go home now, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Hailey said, brushing off her jeans and standing up. 

"Wait." Adam said, hardly believing he was going to do what happened next. He pushed Hailey into the back of the wall and kissed her. Hard. She fought back, and he grabbed her wrists with his hands and held them. He pulled away and quickly covered her mouth with one of his hands. 

"If you scream for help, I will break your arm. Got it?" 

Hailey nodded, a tear running down her cheek. She never would have thought quiet, sensitive Adam would do this. 

"Good. Take off your clothes." 

Slowly, Hailey shakingingly removed her sweater, jeans and shoes. Adam stripped down to his own boxers. He stared at Hailey's simply white lace bra and matching panties. She stared at the ground, refusing to look at him. 

"Look at me." Adam commanded. Hailey looked at him. 

"Don't you see what you do to me?" he asked her, lowering his boxers. His very attentive member sprang out. Hailey was surprised to see how big it was. It was a good 7 inches long and 3 inches around. 

"I want you to suck my cock." He told her. Hailey froze for a moment, but then got on her knees and took Adam's dick into her small mouth. He groaned at the amazing feeling of her velvety tongue sliding over his rock hard cock, and put his hands on the back of her head and pushed, trying to make her fit his entire cock in her mouth. Hailey gagged and nearly choked, but within a minute she got used to the large cock she was deepthroating. He slowly pushed his dick in and out of her mouth. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled it out and let go of his load all over Hailey's face and tits. It didn't take him very long to get hard again, seeing her kneeling in front of him, his cum all over her. He ran his hand through her soft blonde hair, and stroked her cheek. 

"Now," he said, "Get on your hands and knees." 

Hailey obliged silently, her fear increasing. She had never had sex before. She was a virgin. Adam ripped off her panties and roughly inserted a finger into her pussy. She was extremely tight, and somewhat wet. He laughed as he realized she was a virgin. So, he would be the first to have her. The thought aroused him even more, and without warning, he plunged his massive cock into Hailey's pussy. She gasped at the sudden intruder and let out a small yelp when he met her barrier. 

"This is going to hurt." He told her, smiling slightly. She closed her eyes and braced herself. Adam pulled back and slammed through her barrier. Hailey let out a muffled cry but then went silent. He continued to pound her pussy, and just as he was feeling like he was about to cum, he pulled out and stopped. Hailey let out a sigh of relief, clearly thinking that her horrible ordeal was over. As if he could read her mind, he laughed. 

"It's not over until I say so, cockslut. And I haven't had a chance to fuck you in the ass." 

Hailey squeezed her eyes shut. "Please don't go there." She begged him. Adam ignored her and spread her cheeks apart. He knew he should have tried putting a finger in her tight virgin asshole first, but he was so hard he just wanted to get in there. Hailey winced as she felt the tip of his cockhead poke at her back entrance. Without any warning he slammed into it, eliciting a cry of pain from her. He groaned. Her ass was so tight, and he wasn't even all the way in yet. He pushed the rest of his cock in and reached around Hailey's body with his arm. 

Hailey couldn't believe how incredibly painful this was. And how weird it felt. As her sphincter grew more comfortable towards the massive intruder that had suddenly came, she felt Adam's hand near her pussy. He began toying with her clit as he fucked her in the ass. As she gained familiarity at having a massive cock in her tight virgin asshole, she actually began experiencing pleasure. Adam's fingers worked her clit expertly, and she began to moan, trying to push her ass back into his cock every time he thrusted out. 

"So you like it in the ass." Adam said, chuckling slightly, as he continued rubbing her clit and fucking her tight hole. 

"Yessssss," Hailey moaned involuntarily, the tingling feeling beginning to take over her, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Adam grunted, and with a few final thrusts, emptied his load inside her ass. He pulled out of her ass, relishing the 'pop' sound his cock made as it left, and ordered Hailey to turn around and face him. She hesitated, and complied. Her cheeks were red and her hair was all over the place. He stuck his cock in her mouth.

"I want you to lick it clean." He told her. She did what he said, then he made her stand up. He kissed her, and as his lips touched hers she felt ashamed because a small part of her had actually enjoyed the whole ordeal, even though she knew it was wrong and disgusting, not to mention very much illegal. 

"Thank you, cockslut. We might do this again soon." Adam said, smiling as he put his clothes back on.



Rough Day At Work



She hit the red button on her stopwatch and slowed to a trot, noting with pride that she had cut her time down by a good ten seconds this morning. Approaching the front door, she wiped sweat from her face and keyed in the security code. Once inside, she flicked on the main lights on the way into the kitchen, where she turned on the oven and hot water before going into the stockroom. Overheating now that she was out of the wind, she rushed to change into her work clothes. She impatiently kicked off her trainers and pulled her jeans and work shirt down off a shelf. As she was peeling her spandex running shorts away from her sweaty thighs, she thought she heard a noise from the main room. Pausing to listen for moment, she heard nothing further and continued undressing, yanking her sports bra over her head when she heard the unmistakable sound of the kitchen door opening. She froze, puzzled, in her underwear, with her arms over her head, still wrapped in the bra. 

"Hello?" she called out, unsure who else could be here so early.

"G'morning" a male voice replied cheerfully, and startlingly close at hand. "Who's that?"

Feeling panicky, she stuttered, "Um, its just me, but um..." To her horror, the stock room door swung inwards, to frame a familiar tall and slender figure.

"Ken. Erm. You're kind of, uh, early." She tried to lower her arms to cover herself, but only became tangled in her own bra as it caught around her forearms.

He gawped at her for a moment, clearly shocked to see her standing there sweaty and semi-nude. His eyes slithered from her reddening face to her bare breasts and toned stomach, down to her boy-short style underwear, and the spandex running shorts still crumpled at her feet. A smile quirked the corners of his mouth and she suddenly found herself wishing she had not been quite so flirtatious with him on previous occasions.

"Did you run to work?" he asked nonchalantly, as his gaze came back up to rest on her tits, still slick and glistening. She became painfully aware of the fact that her nipples were rock-hard. 

"Um. Do you mind?".

"No, I don't, in fact..." He laughed and took a step into the small stockroom, towards her. She began frantically trying to disentangle herself from the sports bra.

"Let me help you with that." he said softly, as he took another step forward and grabbed the bra in his right hand, twisting it quickly so that it wrapped around her wrists, drawing them together. One final step closer and he was standing directly in front of her, holding her arms above her head. Rage erupted in her. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Bringing her leg up quickly, she kicked at the side of his knee. He sidestepped smartly, and shoved her backwards into the wall. Keeping her arms pinned up with the one hand, he brought his left hand to her face, taking her jaw in his hand. He leaned down to bring his face close to hers.

"Relax. This is going to be fun." He leered at her, giving her another look up and down. She'd never seen the way he had watched her at work, especially when she bent over, her pert ass held high and straining against the seat of her jeans. They had flirted occasionally during shifts, but he never imagined he would get a chance at her. 

"Fuck you." she snarled, realizing what he had in mind. He laughed again, tightening his grip on her jaw. 

"There's no one about to hear you, so scream all you want."

He reached down to pick her running shorts up off the floor while maintaining a firm grip on her wrists. Working quickly, he spun her around and used the shorts to tie her arms securely together behind her back. She struggled, but despite his slender build, he was at least a head taller than her and considerably strong. After a few playful slaps on her ass, he yanked her underwear down around her ankles. He made a small grunt of appreciation at the sight of her bare ass before turning her back around so that she was facing him. His eyes flicked down to her crotch.

"Very nice, I see you've shaved for me."

She glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. With her arms immobilized behind her, she was forced to arch her back in order to maintain her balance. He began running his hands over her torso, groping her small, high breasts, squeezing her nipples, stroking her waist and outer thighs. 

"Hmmmmmm. I didn't realize you had such a tight body. I would have tried harder to get into your pants before." 

She continued to glare at him, even as he moved in closer to her, pressing his body against her. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly through his clothing. He ran his hands through her short hair, letting his long fingers trail over her throat before wrapping his them around her neck in a strong grip. Leaning down, he murmured into her ear, "That little pussy is mine now and I'm gonna fuck you 'till you cry." Despite herself, she shivered. 

His grip tightened on her throat as his other hand slid down her waist, grazing her hip as it sought the warm space between her thighs. Rubbing his fingers on her outer lips, he began biting at her earlobe. She was already starting to feel light headed from the restricted blood supply to her brain. Pinching at her swelling labia, he released her throat only to grab at her hair, yanking her head back and pushed her downwards, causing her to fall onto her knees. With her wrists bound behind her, she would have fallen forward but for his body in front of her. 

He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to fall around his ankles. His cock was already pressing against the front of his boxers, making a small wet spot of precum. She looked up just as he took it out, her horror stricken face exciting him further. He saw her try to suppress her reaction as she looked along the impressive length and width of his cock. 

"Yeah, that's all gonna go in you." She turned away, not wanting him to see her shame or fear.

"Look at me."

She continued to look down, so he reached for her, turning her face towards him against her will. Still, she kept her eyes down, not meeting his gaze.

"I said fucking look at me!" 

He struck her, open-handed across the jaw, in one quick, sudden motion. She could taste blood but defiantly continued to avoid his stare. Grabbing her face harshly, he let his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her cheek as he bent over her so that when he spoke she felt his breath hot on her face. 

"Don't make me tell you again. Look at me." 

She looked up into his dark blue-grey eyes and he smiled wickedly. "Good girl. Now why don't you open your mouth and suck on my cock?" Knowing it was pointless to refuse at this point, she reluctantly parted her lips as he stood back up and pushed his huge member past her lips, into her mouth. Holding the back of her head in place, he started thrusting against her throat making her gag almost immediately. He chuckled to himself as he gave her a moment to recover before resuming roughly fucking her face. Most women had a difficult time deep-throating his uncommonly large shaft, even in voluntary circumstances. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he forced himself deeper, and saliva ran down her chin. Finally, he withdrew, leaving a long string of thick spit between her mouth and the head. He used his fingers to break the string and wipe the spit off her face, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her upright, using the hand on her face to press her back against the wall. Her legs shook as he let go of her hair and licked his index and middle finger lasciviously. Stroking the inside of her thigh with incongruent delicacy, he brought his face level with hers, clutching her face even tighter.

"Let me see your beautiful brown eyes." As he whispered the words, he forced two fingers up into her pussy without warning. Unprepared for the violation, she shuddered and flinched away from him involuntarily. Using the two fingers inside of her, he pulled her back towards him with a sudden jerk. She felt an unpleasant tearing sensation at the opening of her vagina, and whimpered quietly. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to meet his, her eyes sharp with anger and pain.

"Mmmmm, that's nice and tight," he purred, looking into her eyes. Pink splotches had blossomed where his fingertips had dug into her jaw.

"Keep looking at me." He stared at her intently as he worked his fingers even deeper into her cunt, until his knuckles were pressed against the entrance. His free hand traced the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and trailed down to her breasts. He pulled each nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh until it hardened under his touch. His hand continued down to her belly, nails caressing the line of hard muscles there, before moving towards her hips. While his left hand worked at her pussy, his right groped at her thighs, feeling the soft flesh overlying muscle, then reaching around to squeeze her sizeable bottom.

He was crouched down now in front of her, focused on the sensation of her ass cheeks under his hand, and pushing in and out of her tight hole with his fingers. He noticed she was becoming wet now, and wondered if she was starting to enjoy his attentions after all. Standing up again, he withdrew his fingers from her with an audible squelch, and brought his hand up in front of her face.

"Look what a little slut you are." He moved his fingers apart to demonstrate the glistening strings of moisture that drew out between them.

"I think you liked it." he declared, grinning wickedly, while bringing his fingers up to her mouth. 

"Clean me off." She turned her head away from him. His smile faded as he grabbed her hair with the other hand and delivered a sharp smack to the side of her face with his still-wet hand. A smudge of pussy juice smeared on her face where he had hit her. 

This time, when he put his fingers to her mouth, she complied, opening her mouth and sucking on his fingers even as he pushed them down towards her throat, making her gag again. He began feeding her more fingers, until she was sucking on all four fingers, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his large hand. He stroked the side of her face with his thumb as she sucked at his fingers. His cock was getting even harder, feeling the wet suction of her tongue against his flesh. Withdrawing his saliva soaked hand from her mouth, he patted her on the face, smearing her with her own spit. She gave him a look of disgust, and his cock twitched eagerly in response. 

Crouching down again, he began to push the sloppy quartet of fingers into her. Despite her small frame, she was able to resist him somewhat, the strong inner muscles pressing together to exclude his hand. He had to start back with the first two fingers to get her tiny pussy opened up again before cramming the third finger in. Once he was sliding those three in and out of her relative ease, he began working his pinky in. Judging by her restrained grunts, she was not having an easy time taking all four fingers. 

Looking up at her pain stricken face, he smiled and said "Don't cry baby, you haven't even gotten my dick yet."

He alternated between watching her face contort in agony and looking at the way her pussy pulled back taut across his fingers each time he slowly withdrew them from her snatch. When his four fingers were all the way inside of her, he would pause to rub circles on her clit with his thumb, enjoying her futile attempts to move away from his touch. Despite her obvious pain, she was soaking his hand with her fluids. Meanwhile, his cock was aching, needing to be inside her tight hole. Watching her lithe, lean body writhing on his hand, he knew he was going to have to take it easy or he would come all too quickly once he had her around his shaft. He began to stroke himself in anticipation, and therefore was caught completely unaware when she kneed him in the face.

His hands flew up to his nose automatically, and he felt his own hot blood spurt across his palms. Pain and anger erupted in a starry flash behind his eyes. In that brief moment she bolted for the door. Running was awkward with her hands tied behind her back, but she knew she would have only one chance to make a break for it. She didn't look back but heard him swear in agony and rage somewhere behind her. It was only when she reached the front door that she realized she would have to turn around in an awkward manoeuvre in order to open the inwardly opening door.

Just as this was dawning on her, she felt his weight crash into her from behind. Without her hands to steady herself, she lost her balance, and collapsed face down onto the floor with him on top of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her back into a painful arch. Bringing his arm around her throat so that the inside of his elbow held her neck, he began to squeeze, and she felt both her blood and air supply diminish.

"Your cunt is mine now, I'm going to ruin you, going to leave you a tattered, shredded piece of meat that even dogs wouldn't touch. And after I destroy your little pussy, I'm gonna fuck your asshole inside out." he growled into her ear. 

Her consciousness began to ebb. Suddenly, he released his hold on her and she gasped for breath, nearly choking in her attempt to breathe. Still on top of her, he yanked his boxers down and she felt his cock probing for an opening between her legs. Her still-wet snatch deflected his first few thrusts until he became frustrated. Letting go of her hair, he spread the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but despite her strength, he pulled her hips upward until her pussy was exposed. With no preamble, he rammed his cock into her. She was even tighter than he had expected, especially considering all the fingering he had done. He had to rock back and forth to squeeze the very last inch or so of his cock into her hot, slick hole. 

Her suppressed whimpers of agony pleased him, but he wanted to hear her cry out in earnest. 

"Is that big enough for you darling?" 

She went even quieter, not a single sniffle or whimper escaping.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her up onto her knees, then pulled on her wrists where they where tied together. Yanking back her arms, he positioned her on his dick so that she was pressed all the way down onto it by her own weight. As he began plowing roughly into her, he jerked her arms towards him with each upward thrust of his hips, so that she was forced onto his shaft even as he drove up into her.

She immediately began to cry out, short, sharp, wordless barks of pain. He pulled at her ass cheeks with his spare hand, to watch his cock spearing her viciously, and was pleased to see a faint smear of red along the broad shaft. He pushed her body forward, releasing her arms and pressing her face down into the floor. Holding her ass apart to better look, he slowly withdrew his cock, watching the way her flesh clung tightly to it. Her pussy was stretched to capacity, taut skin dragging back with each outward stroke, and caving in as he thrust back in. When only the head of his penis was still inside her, he probed at the opening with his fingers until he found a small tear. Slipping his first finger in her against the tear, he pulled at the fragile skin until she whimpered against the tiles.

"I told you I was going to ruin you." he said with a tone of satisfaction. He began rubbing the broken skin with the head of his cock, pressing roughly against it.

"Does that hurt?" Not waiting for a response, he continued, "'cause that's where I ripped you apart."

She tried to scoot away from him, but he grabbed her hips and plunged all the way back into her swollen hole. He used one hand to press down on her back, and the other to pull her hips up at a stimulating angle as he tore into her over and over. 

Watching her plump, round ass bouncing against his hips gave him an idea. Her pink little asshole was already exposed to him, seeming to beg for his attention between those sweetly rippling mounds of flesh. Pausing to spit into her crack, he resumed abusing her pussy as he began to rub the saliva into her asshole with his broad thumb. Circling her puckered asshole, he started to apply slight pressure.

"No, no, no... please..." Her voice wavered as she cried out.

He stopped with his cock pressed against her cervix and leaned across her back to whisper into her ear.

"I told you I was going to ruin every hole and I meant it." 

Still leaning over her, he began to grind his hips in a circular motion, churning his cock inside her in a new way. So close to her, he could hear the small noises she made in her throat, a raw whining of agony.

"That's my fuck hole now, my tight little pussy. Well, not so tight anymore." He laughed softly in her ear, sending goosebumps down her neck and side.

He pressed harder with his thumb against her sphincter, making tighter and tighter circles. She began struggling in earnest now, but it only seemed to incense him further. She didn't realize that in her fear, she was squeezing down ever tighter around his cock,

He sat back up and slid his thumb straight into her asshole, making her groan low. Pushing in to the first knuckle, he could feel his cock on the other side of the thin membrane of flesh separating her vaginal canal and asshole. He began popping his thumb in and out of her ass, loving the way the little pucker would stay open for a split second, before closing tightly again. Each time he stuffed his thumb in a little deeper. She was definitely beginning to sob now, small animal noises against the floor. His cock throbbed at the little shudders that ran through her body as he buried his thumb all the way inside her. He used his thumb to pull her hips higher in the air. She squealed in protest as he worked her pussy even more violently. Her slit squeezed down on him as he pushed her down into the floor with his free hand. Her delicate breasts were squashed against the tiles, her ribcage heaving with her stifled crying. 

He began rocking his thumb into increasingly large circles, trying to stretch her asshole out. Removing his thumb, he spat into her crack again before starting to work two fingers into her. As he tore into her reddened cunt, he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, watching the gape widen each time. Despite her whimpering, she was coating his dick in a layer of slickness, allowing him to continue to ravage her despite the incompatibility in size. Finally, he withdrew his dick, enjoying the way the flesh at the opening clung to his dick as he pulled out. Her vagina was red and the lips were swollen. Unable to resist, he slapped the engorged labia until she screamed.

Still two fingers deep in her ass, he leaned over to whisper into her ear.

"Ready to get your ass plowed?"

She shook her head and moaned against the floor. He didn't say anything, but merely began working a third finger into her straining sphincter. With his other hand, he found her mouth, and probed it with his fingers until she began obediently sucking on them.

With both hands warm and wet inside two of her holes, his cock became impatient. As he pulled his fingers out her asshole, he pressed the thick head of his phallus to the open hole. Her rosebud tried to close, but found his cock was in the way. He felt her try to scream against his fingers, and he responded by clamping them firmly over her mouth. He guided his dick into her asshole, getting only the first few inches in at first. He made small strokes in and out, again revelling in the way her tight hole wrapped around his huge dick. With each thrust inward he pushed deeper, ignoring her increasingly pathetic screams behind his hand. His immense cock was only about three quarters of the way buried in her, and he could see the tears running down her face. 




Rough Day At Work



"Your poor little asshole is going to be a mess before I'm even done."

He could feel her whimpering, but wanted to hear it, so he released his grip on her mouth.

"Oh god it hurts!" 

He smiled, slapping her face before moving on to grab her tits, squeezing them harshly, then slapping her ass cheeks as he fucked the tight hole between them. Rubbing at her ruined pussy, he felt that it was still wet and the lips engorged with blood. As he forced two fingers inside the tattered opening, she moaned. He pressed the tips of his fingers against her back wall, so that they rubbed on his cock. Her vagina tightened around his fingers as he started pounding her asshole in earnest. Feeling his cock sliding past his fingers from the other side of the sheathe of her ass excited him immensely. Ignoring her screams, he began cramming more fingers into her cunt. The pressure on his dick increased even more, and suddenly, she was grinding her hips against him, taking his fingers and cock deeper into her holes. Her cries shifted from raw agony to something closer to lusty and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold his orgasm back much longer. 

"You dirty bitch, your pussy and asshole are filled with me and you still want more?" 

She was definitely backing up on him now, opening her hips up and allowing his fingers deeper into her, just as he felt his cock sink in up to the base. Unable to contain himself, he pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy hole, and grabbed her hips with one hand, her throat with the other. Pulling her up, he forced her back into an curve as he drove his cock relentlessly into her ass. She screamed and he felt it against his hand, in her throat. Squeezing tight around her slender neck, he knew he was going to lose it then. 

"Ahhhhh you're gonna get it now."

Deep inside her, he exploded. He could feel her pulse against his hand and against his cock. It seemed to synchronize with the spurts of semen gushing out of him into her helpless body. When he finally stopped thrusting into her, she continued to twitch her hips into him, taking him deeper of her own accord. He let go of her throat and let her continue working her ass up and down on his cock. To his surprise, as he watched her perfect ass bouncing against his pelvis he found his cock getting even harder instead of withering. She turned around and looked at him, sweat plastering her hair against her face. "Please can I cum?" she asked softly.

"You want to cum now? I don't know about that." He looked down at her hips expertly guiding her tight ass up and down his shaft. "How do you want to cum?"

"Can I ride you?" She hesitated, looking embarrassed, and added "Please?" 

"Fine. But you're gonna have to clean me off unless you want your own filth in your cunt. Slowly sliding his massive dick out of her asshole, his jizz immediately ran out of her asshole, which was now reddened and gaping. Unable to resist, he slipped two fingers into her open hole and finger-fucked it. Clearly still maddened with lust, she pushed back against him, squeezing even more of his spunk all over his fingers. Finally, reluctantly removing his fingers from her, he slapped her ass, smearing it with semen. He untied her arms, and said "clean my cock off." Leaping up, she ran to the kitchen for clean rag, and returned to wipe him clean before taking his hard cock into her mouth. Sucking him to full attention, she regarded him cooly, and then pressed her hand against his chest. He understood, and lay back as she straddled him. 

If anything, her cunt was even wetter, hotter and tighter than it had been before. Settling down onto him, she engulfed his giant cock completely. She sighed and began to rock back and forth on him, each time more forcefully. Her whole body was wet with sweat, and her tits were bouncing in rhythm to her thrusts. Grabbing her hips, he forced her down even harder onto his cock. Her moans were getting louder and louder and she threw her head back as her pussy gripped him tighter. He thrust up into her battered snatch as he pulled her down onto him. The muscles in her torso tensed and her nipples went hard as goosebumps broke out all over her flesh. A wordless scream let him know that her orgasm was peaking. "That's a good little bitch, take that fucking cock." Watching her cum on top of him as he felt her pussy clench in spasms, he lost it again. Groaning as if in pain, he stabbed into her quivering slit, dumping another load of cum into her. As she collapsed, panting across his chest, he continued to pump into her. She lay unmoving, exhausted. Dribbles of his cum leaked out of her cunt, and ran down his drained balls. 

He rolled her off of his chest, on to the floor, where she lay sprawled on her stomach, legs splayed. Kneeling between her legs, he prodded at her pussy hole. The labia were swollen and red, nearly occluding the orifice itself. Pushing her lips out of the way, he slipped two fingers into her snatch. A rivulet of jizz leaked out as he pushed his fingers in deeper and she whimpered in pain. Spreading the two fingers apart, he could see the ragged edges of the opening. He bent his head, to flick his tongue against the tattered hole, and tasted blood. When he pushed a third finger into her, he noted with pride how much more readily she could take his fingers now that she had been stretched by his cock. She moaned in half-hearted protest as he began to work a fourth finger in, but he knew she wouldn't resist him now. Close to fisting her, he marvelled at the way her flesh wrapped itself around his hand, up past his knuckles, dragging tightly across the back of his hand. She was wet, not only with his semen, but with her own aroused fluids. Realizing she was enjoying the violent treatment, he was unable to resist truly destroying her. He forced his thumb into her already stuffed cunt. Ignoring her cries of agony, he shoved his hand further into her. Using his free arm, he dragged her up onto her knees and held her there. Her ruined pussy was straining admirably to accept his rather large hand, and he looked down to see that she was biting into her own shoulder, trying not to scream. 

"Who's my little bitch now?" he asked as she began thrusting against his hand. 

Pantingly, she answered "I'm your bitch, your little fuck hole, whatever you want!" He fisted her brutally, her whole body jerking with the force. She screamed , but her poor little pussy clenched down on his wrist as she came again, hips frantically thrusting back onto his hand. Even after she had finished, her hole continued to twitch and her muscles were squeezing him so tight he couldn't remove his hand. A few minutes passed, and he slowly dragged his hand out of her. This time, her wrecked orifice was gaping open quite visibly, with the last dregs of his cum oozing out. 

As she slumped back to floor, he said, "Well, I guess you'd better call in sick now, I'll cover your shift."



Rough Day in Shelter Cove



I shouldn't have been bored. I was lying, naked on my belly on a nice soft bed, staring out the window at the masts of yachts in Hilton Head's Shelter Cove, the sturdy little hulls thrusting their hard masts into the clouds. I had what I thought I wanted. A week off from a grueling job, far from anyone I knew—a demanding boss, a grasping wife, a simpering boyfriend—a week in this South Carolina paradise doing what I liked best: tennis or sailing in the morning and cruising the rest of the day. Bringing pretty boys home and spreading my cheeks for them. Just such a tanned, toned pretty boy I'd hooked up with on the tennis court stretched over me now. He was tooling my depths in deep, proficient strokes as good as I'd gotten in years. But he wasn't enough. I was bored. I wanted something new, something rough, something a little seamy and threatening.

The pretty boy did me a good turn, though. I lied to him and told him he was terrific and that I wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. And then I hinted that I heard this part of South Carolina was into something a little different, a little seamier and rougher perhaps. I didn't ask in terms that I was going to go right for it, saying that what I liked about Hilton Head was its absence of this underclass underbelly, but he contemplated the question as if it was a serious academic one and gave me the information I wanted.

"You're right," he said. "We don't go in for anything like that here. But there's a place I've heard of, Jack's, across the sound, near Paris Island. You know the military training base. Rough place that Paris Island training center. Feeds into rough needs and desires, too. I hear that Jack's caters to that need. So you best just stay away from that Paris Island; those military boys can go crazy."

Late the next morning I'd driven around the sound to the other side and managed to find Jack's. Appropriately, it looked like a shack begging for a condemnation notice on the door and a fire in the kitchen. But there was a variety of "tough" hillbilly vehicles—trucks, souped-up vintage racers, Hummers, and motorcycles—parked around it, so I assumed it was open. My maroon BMW Z3 roadster looked nervous parked between two of these intimidating and hulking vehicles, but even the image of my roadsters being hugged between all that male testosterone on wheels had me tingling and my "not bored" juices flowing.

I'd purposely come early in the day, as I figured the very serious guys would be here then. And I wasn't disappointed. The bar was filled with hulks, several of whom were also hunks, playing pool, permeating the air with smoke, and slugging back beer in cans to the tune of raucous laughter, challenged four-letter words, the sounds of pool balls breaking against the side of tables, and the squeaking of leather.

I sat at the bar, drinking imported beer in a glass, and surveyed the room, looking for my "not boring" man. He was with a group of three others, all big guys, but in a powerfully constructed way, at a smoke-rimmed table, where they were playing cards, knocking back beers, and cussing up a storm.

I put my eyes on him and kept them there, willing him to come get me. He was deeply tanned or Hispanic, I know not which. I just know he looked real good. A leather vest, no shirt, a swirl of curly black body hair, muscles bulging. He had his shoulder-length hair back in a pony tail. Brooding dark, piercing eyes; the dark sullenness of his face relieved when he opened his face into a very nice, white-toothed smile. He would have been handsome except for the thin scar running from the corner of an eye down to the corner of his mouth. Hell, he was handsome even with that. And dangerous looking. Like a cat or a snake, looking at leisure, uncaring, but ever ready to pounce.

His eyes found mine and stayed there, giving me a chance to look away, giving me a promise if I didn't. I didn't, and his face lit up into a grin. He said something to the others at the table. They turned and clamped hard stares on me, assessing me, looking me up and down. And I was looking at them too. Any of them would have done fine. But the one I'd first picked out, stood, tossed his cards on the table, ran a forearm across his mouth, and moved around the table and toward me.

His stride showed confidence and a flowing grace. His jeans were tight and his basket prominent. I could easily follow the length of him across his groin, pushing at the taunt denim, as he walked toward me, and I trembled at the thought of where this could be going.

"You lost, Pretty Boy?" he asked in a pleasant, slightly sarcastic tone that resonated with rich baritone. "You missed the turnoff to where they're filming the hunk movie?"

I took that as a sign of approval. "I heard about this place. I sought it out," I responded.

"I'm Pete," he said. "You really know what you came here for?"

"Hi, Pete, I'm Cliff," I answered. "Yes, I was bored and, as I said, I asked around and heard about this place."

Pete was leaning up to my stool now, and had an arm around me. "You want to go someplace with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think so," I said, trying to keep the catch out of my voice at how fast this was unfolding.

"You 'think' so? Well, I don't know myself," he said. "I was winning at cards over there. And it wouldn't be nice just to walk out on my friends. You got something nice to compensate?"

"I can pay, if that's what you're asking," I blurted out. "And I think I can make it interesting for you."

"Interesting for me?" he asked. And then he gave a low laugh, down deep in the back of his throat. "You sure a fancy city guy like you can handle what I've got?"

"Oh, I could handle you and all of your friends over there," I retorted, with false bravado. This was getting a little sinister, but I'd show him I could stand up to it. He was just a South Carolina hillbilly and I'd graduated from Princeton. "Have they got a back room here?" I asked, determined to call him and raise him.

"Yeah," he answered. "But I feel like fresh air—and a ride. Sure you can give me a good ride?"

I looked hard back at him. "Yes, I'm sure."

"So, do you have someplace we can go?"

"Yes, I answered. Someplace nice. But it's at Hilton Head. You want to ride that far?"

"Oooo, Hilton Head. Fuckin' la-te-da," he said with a flash in his eyes. But then he simmered down just as quickly and put his arm around me possessively again. "I can ride all day," he said, giving me "that" look. "You got wheels?"

"Yes, but do you want to follow me over there? How will you get back?"

"I'll worry about getting' back," he said. And then he went over and talked some in a low voice to his friends at the table, who sniggered and gave me looks of lust and high-fived Pete as he sauntered back to me.

An hour and a half latter, we were at my rented condo on Shelter Cover, in the shower, and I was doing all I could to handle a brown eight-incher pushing its way down my throat. He was feeding it to me hard and rough, his fists buried in the hair at the back of my head and working me back and forth on his cock. My hands were roaming all over tight butt cheeks, beefy thighs, and cut abs. He'd let his hair down and it snaked down, wet and close to his cheeks. He had a mean, controlling look in his eyes that was arousing me as I hadn't been turned on for months. His hips were in countermotion to his hands on my head, and I felt helpless and consumed.

But then he just stopped, pulled out of me, and announced he was hungry, leaving me in a heap on the floor of the shower, the water cascading down on me.

I'd lost all sense of control. I wanted him to control me during the fuck, sure, but I wanted to see if I could tame him just a bit—if I could make him moan for it as well.

As I dried, I told him to go out and sit at the table on the balcony and I'd bring some fruit, crackers and cheese, and wine.

I could hear his snort. "Pretty Boy food. Well, OK, I'll go for steak and potatoes after I've fucked." Not "we" fucked; "I" fucked.

When I came out, he was sprawled on one of the iron terrace chairs, a foot propped up on the balcony balustrade, his manhood laying along a thigh and twitching, open to the world, proudly declaring its potency and "I don't give a fuck" attitude. I put the fruit basket and wine bottle down and then padded back to the kitchen for the crackers and cheese and the glasses. I poured the wine and he took a long drink. I thought then that he was going to ask me if I had any beer instead, but he didn't. He just took another swig of the wine and started scratching the hairy patches under his nipples.

I sat down across the small table from him, facing him. As I took my first drink from the wine, I lifted my foot to his groin and clasped his cock between two of my toes. Pete lurched a bit and gave me a surprised look. But he did nothing to move away from my caress. He was surprised and interested. Good.

I ran my toes up and down on his tool for a few minutes and I sensed him engorging. His hand went to my ankle, I'm sure without him really realizing what it was doing, and started caressing my calf and ankle.

He was watching me closely as I took a large, juicy orange from a basket on the table and cut a large core out of it with a paring knife. As I slowly worked on the large orange, I told him in soft tones exactly what I was going to do with the orange, and I could see Pete melting into interest and lust as I talked. And I could feel his anticipation in the cock I was stroking with my toes as well.

The orange prepared, I moved my foot away from his lap and dragged my chair around to where I was close beside Pete. I squeezed the core of the orange across his now-heaving chest and, as I licked the juice off his nipples and held him close with an arm around his shoulder, I took the cored orange in my other hand and slid it down onto his erect penis. He lurched and gave out that treasured little moan I had wanted to coax out of him as I did so. I continued to slide it up and down, holding a now very-interested and engaged Pete in place while I nibbled on his oranged nipples and he whimpered and moaned, fucking the orange to ejaculation.

* * *

Ah. Now that was nice. I enjoyed that. My coals were well stirred, I thought, as the rich, spoiled dude did his magic with the orange. I laid there sprawled out on the chair overlooking the masts of those sailboats for a long time, trying to regroup and to recharge the virility that this twink had drained from me. The pretty boy does have some good moves of his own, I was thinking. But this was getting out of hand. Anyone who walks into Jack's dressed like he was and with his attitude—and driving a sleek little foreign convertible—needs to get exactly what they came looking for. My underlying anger at his attitude and his money and cockiness began to flow back into my body, along with my virility. And being ignited I grrrrowlllllled and grabbed the cream filled orange and tossed it off into the nest of money-showy boats below.

Then I grabbed him, my hot visitor from the world of wealth and cockiness, by his waist. And I lifted him up and tossed him over my shoulder and carried him inside, caveman style. We'd just see the difference between his world and mine. There I dropped him onto the bed. He bounced and gasped as I growled with desire and straddled his hips. I savaged his throat, then his heaving breast, snapping at his hard nubs, my fingers digging into his waist and then his firm, pampered thighs. My hungry mouth descended his body, nipping and sucking, licking and kissing him, all the way down to the thick forest surrounding the root of his long, hard rod. I gulped his tool, my tongue slithering over it, round and round, up and over and down. Tracing its features and sending him into a moaning, arching, thigh-spreading ecstasy—as my fingers reached under his nuts and beyond. And I rimmed him with my fingers and dug them brutally inside, as Cliff gasped and bunched up the silk sheets of the bed in his well-manicured fingers. 

His hole was tight, not ready for me, but it spasmed and opened at my touch. I caressed and sucked his manhood till his seed was spent, and then his entrance had my complete attention. He wanted it rough. He wouldn't have come into Jack's if that's not what he wanted. He'd laid down the challenge. He lay under me, open to me, writhing under me and whimpering softly. He was mine. All mine to ravage—at least all mine if I got to it quickly. To enter, to fill, to drive into roughly and explore and possess. I felt a glow and a satisfied smile spread across my face. Then I hammered home my possession in deep strokes. And it was his sharp cries, begging and whimpers fueling my passion now.

* * *

He had me in a tight grip and was fucking me hard, just as I had wanted him to do, and I was crying out in all-consuming passion for him. So, I barely heard the gentile knock on the door when it came.

I heard Pete's "Oh, shit," exclamation, and then I groaned and moaned as his pumping picked up speed and intensity, full of urgency now. He pulled out of me, and with a grunt and spasm of his own, spread warm, thick cum across the small of my back.

He was off of me quickly and had gone to the door. I was too paralyzed from his spent passion and the effects of my own ejaculations to move a muscle.

And then the room was full of hulking figures—three of them other than Pete. All stripping and laughing and making lewd comments.

One of them was taking me by the wrists, which he was tying off to the headboard, while another two already had fingers inside my ass and were slapping me on the butt cheeks. Pete was telling them about the orange trick in boisterous tones as a hard cock pushed at my lips and strong fingers wrapped themselves around my head. I gagged at the invasion of the cock several inches and then I lurched and took more of it in in surprise at the first thrust of a new cock inside my ass.

This was why Pete hadn't needed a ride back. His friends had followed us. This had all been prearranged. It wasn't going to be just another boring lay.



Rough Day



She knew she was close. She felt it with his teasing. Her body was walking the edge of a climax and she wanted to be pushed over. But she enjoyed the feeling too. The feeling of being so close. Knowing that almost anything could push her over.

She felt it then, his hand moving from her leg. Slowly his hand slid towards her pussy. She felt the tips of his fingers. Her concentration split between his circling tongue, her climax running towards her and his fingers.

She screamed as his fingers spread her pussy. She wasn't sure of what she was screaming, but he seemed to have moved faster than his previous actions. She felt his fingers push into her. His tongue moved around her clit. No, she decided, not moved around her clit but swirled around her clit.

Faster and faster his tongue moved.

She thrusted her clit against his tongue. She wanted to feel all of his tongue on her, around her.

Deeper and deeper his fingers moved.

She pulled at his fingers with her pussy. She wanted to trap his fingers in her.

His chin pressing, pushing against her pussy lips.

She banged herself against his face.

"Mmm." she heard him moan.

The vibration of his verbal pleasure at tasting her. Of feeling her. Sent another wave of electric and erotic pleasure through her. She felt herself falling over the edge then.

Wave upon wave of pleasure shot through her.

She thrusted and thrusted herself against him. His tongue swirled around her. She shook with every turn of his tongue.

She thrusted and thrusted herself against his face. His fingers thrusted deeper into her. Her pussy throbbed and sucked his fingers with every thrust.

She wasn't sure how long she was cumming. She felt as if it wasn't going to stop.

She opened her eyes and felt herself being lifted off the bed.

She looked at him, the pleasures of her climax slowly giving way to total relaxation.

"Looked like you blacked out there when you were cumming." he said to her.

She tightened her drapped arm around his shoulder, pulling her close to him. She leaned in and kissed him deeply.

He kissed her back as he walked out of the bedroom.

She pulled away from the kiss as he lowered her feet into the still hot bath. She stood shakely there as he let go of her. She watched as he moved the burning candles from the tub to the sides of the sink. She reached over then and unbuckled his belt.

She lowered herself and knelt in the tub. Her hands still on his pants, she looked up at him. She smiled at him as she unzipped his pants. With a quick tug, she had freed him of his pants. She looked down at him now, at his area.

His cock still constrained in his underpants formed a tent. She reached up and stroked him through his underpants as he pulled off his shirt.

She leaned forward and put her lips on his cock. She started to lick him through his underpants. She felt his cock throbbing in her mouth and it started a tingle of pleasure in her again.

She moved her hands up to his hips. Her mouth moved up and down along his cock. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hard cock throbbing against her lips. She enjoyed the feel of him through his underpants.

She slipped her fingers through the top of his underpants and pulled. His underpants moved slowly, reluctantly down. Her lips still on his hard cock as it slid past. She heard him moan as her lips touched his cock. She fought the urge to open her mouth and take him in.

She let go of his underpants and moved her hands up his legs. Her mouth still moved up and down along his hard cock. She moved up and down the underside of his cock.

Her hands moved up, one hand, her fingertips touched his throbbing cock. She held him against his stomach as her lips continued to move up and down him. She slid her tongue out as she reached his sack. Her tongue circled and teased his balls for a while.

She felt his hands on her head, not moving or urging her any which way. So she continued to tease him. Her tongue ran around and along his sack, then between his balls, then up his hard cock.

Her fingers let go of his cock and she held it against him with her tongue. She licked slowly along the underside of his cock head. She felt him moving slightly, not as much as she would have hoped. She opened her mouth then, lowering his cock on her tongue.

He moaned as she slipped his cock head into her mouth. She held him there, feeling his cock throbbing between her lips and on her tongue. She felt his hands then, urging lightly for her to take him in.

She relaxed her lips slightly as his hips moved forward. She took half of his hard cock in her mouth, then she slid her lips out to his cock head again. She moved her hand to the base of his cock. She wanted to feel him throbbing in her hand. Her other hand moved to his balls.

She pushed her head forward then, taking him back into her mouth. She moved forward until her lips reached her hand. She pulled back again, moving her hand with her mouth. Stroking his cock with both her lips and hand.

She heard him moan as she repeated this. Moving her mouth over and over his cock.

She loved the feel of his smooth, yet rough cock throbbing in her mouth. She loved the way he moved with every stroke and every touch of her tongue and hand movement.

She felt herself moving her head faster, taking more of his hot cock into her wet mouth. Her fingers teased his balls, squeezed his balls lightly.

She felt his hands then, pulling her off his cock. She looked at him, she saw the desire in his face and eyes. She certainly felt it on his cock. Her hand was still on him. Stroking him still. She felt him throbbing harder than before.

She felt him guide her off her knees. She stood there in the tub of hot water, he stood just outside of the tub.

She watched as he stepped into the tub with her. It felt as if her hand, still stroking his cock, guided him there. She felt his arms wrap around her. She felt his lips on her lips. She kissed him back as he pressed his body closed to her's.

His cock was still in her hand as their bodies pressed against eachother. She felt him throbbing in her hand. Trapped between them both, she couldn't stroke him any longer. She just held him.

They kissed for a while, tonguing eachother's tongue. Sucking eachother's lips. She felt his hands wandering up and down her oiled back.

She felt his hands on her arms, guiding her hand away from his cock. She shivered as she felt his cock throbbing against her stomach between them. They continued to kiss, but all she felt now was his cock.

She felt how it throbbed against her, so close to her pussy. She wanted to feel him in her.

She started to move away but he held onto her for a little while longer.

He enjoyed the feeling of her body against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her soft stomach against his cock.

He wanted her. He wanted her badly especially after the way her mouth worked on his cock.

He moved his hands down to her bottom then and gently squeezed. He kissed her one more time and moved his hands to her hips.

She looked at him as he pulled away from their kiss. She felt his hands guiding her hips as he said something. She didn't catch it.

"Turn around." he whispered again as his hands moved her with a little more gentle force.

She turned then, her back towards his front. She leaned herself over, pushing her bottom back. She felt his cock head then, against her bottom.

"No," he said and chuckled.

She turned her head towards him with a questioning look. 

He lowered himself into the water slowly as he guided her down too. He sat there as she was continuing to lower herself. He felt his cock throb involuntarily as her butt lowered into the water. So close.

He resisted, however. He let her sit between his legs in the hot water. As soon as she was seated on the tub, he pulled her back to him.

She was surprised. She laid her back against his chest. His cock throbbing against her lower back. She wanted him, for sure. She was excited, yes. This is not what she expected.

She felt his hands on her shoulders then. She felt him massaging again. This time, instead of oil, he was using soap. She let him massage her, relaxing again. Relaxing from the climax, relaxing from the massage, and relaxing from the hot water.

What a wonderful day it turned out to be, she thought. She couldn't understand why she was so irritable earlier. She wasn't even feeling sick anymore.

She leaned back some more and his hands moved from her shoulders down to her breasts. She enjoyed the way his hands dipped into the water and scooped water up to her breasts. She loved the way his hands would rub her breasts. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

He leaned forwards slightly then to kiss her neck. He kissed her softly as his hands soaped up. He massaged her breasts some more with his now soapy hands and then moved down.

He heard her moan slightly as his kissing on her neck now took the form of nibbling. He softly nibbled up and down the side of her neck. Well, up and down as much as he could that is.

She enjoyed the feel of his lips and his teasing teeth on her neck. Oh how she enjoyed it. She felt relaxed and excited again. She felt his hands move down her stomach and towards her pussy. She actually felt really excited now. Excited as his hands moved down past her stomach and between her legs.

She thought maybe she was so excited again so quickly was that he was biting her neck. Or was it his cock? It still throbbed between them. Maybe it was his hands. His hands that were slowly or quickly approaching her pussy again. She didn't know.

She heard herself sigh. The heat of the water steaming, making them sweat a little. She felt his hands brush past her pussy and up along her inner thighs. She felt slightly disappointed at him brushing right by. And she moved her hands from the side of the tub towards his hands. But before she had even dipped her hands into the water to grab his hands, his hands moved back down her inner thighs.

She felt one hand on her pussy. His fingers pressed against her. She felt herself move her hips then. Moving forward slightly and his hard cock seemed to angle forward slightly, poking her back. She half moaned and half gasped as he spread his fingers. She felt her pussylips spread too.

She pushed herself against his hand then, hoping he'd move his hand. Hoping he'd stroke her pussy.

She felt his teeth then, scrapping so erotically across her neck. Her tightened eyes closed tighter. She shivered then as she felt his other hand slide between his spread fingers. She felt it. His fingers sliding perfectly between his other hand's spread fingers. She felt his finger sliding over her exposed clit and between her spread pussylips.

The combination of the hot water and his teeth and lips on her neck along with the stroking of her clit with his fingers sent a wave of intense pleasure and shock through her. She heard herself moan loudly. She felt herself press her back harder against his chest.

She felt herself moving her hips against his hands. She moved and the pleasure increased. She moved, and realized that she was controlling the stroking of his fingers across, over her clit. So she moved slightly faster.

He let her move the way she wanted. He could barely contain himself from pushing her up and then pulling her down on his cock. He wanted her, but he wanted her pleasure more right now. So he waited. He let her use his fingers, he let her use his mouth.

She stroked herself in the hot water with his fingers then. Enjoying the feeling. Enjoying the control. Enjoying the hot pleasure.

She moved and moved. And the pleasure grew and grew. Unlike on the bed, this was building in an animalistic way. She felt it as a moan and a growl in her throat. She moved.

But somehow it wasn't enough. She moved faster.

Again, somehow that wasn't enough.

He felt himself pushing his cock against her back. He didn't move his hands or his fingers, but his body wanted to feel something. His cock wanted to feel her.

She realized then what was missing.

She growled and pulled herself up. She turned to him and saw his somewhat startled face.

She leaned forward and grabbed his head. She kissed him hard and continued to kiss him as she shifted.

He felt her place her feet to either side of his hips as they kissed. He knew what she was about to do and he wanted it. He had no more willpower to stop from doing it.

She lowered herself as he pushed himself up. She felt his cock near her entrance. She stopped, both her hands were on his shoulders. She looked at him.

The way she looked at him, he was sort of afraid. He felt her pushing herself against his cock. But his cock wasn't entering her. He moved his hands to her bottom and guided her onto his cock.

The water shifted underneath her. With it, his hard cock. She felt a flash of annoyance and moved one hand away from his shoulder. She reached down between them and steadied his hard cock. She wasn't sure if it was him or her, but she heard a moan. A loud, full of pleasure moan. She held him in her then. Feeling him throb inside her. Feel his hardness against her throbbing soft pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She saw him staring back into her eyes.

She started moving then. Slowly lifting herself up.

He felt her lifting herself of his cock. He started to push up.

She growled as he pushed up. She wasn't ready yet, but she thrusted down.

It felt good the way she grabbed at his hard cock. The way she enveloped him.

She moved again. And again he moved too soon.

He heard her growling. It wasn't a growl of total pleasure so he opened his eyes.

"Stop moving already." She growled.

He stopped moving. He held himself slightly off the bottom of the tub. His cock pointed straight up (at an angle) and into her.

She moved then, slowly feeling the length of his hard throbbing cock with her silky smooth pussy. She stroked herself on his cock.

Slowly she moved. Up and down, sliding.

The hot water moved with and against them.

She growled, "Yes.."

He wanted to move, but was more afraid of losing her pace. So he held himself out for her. Letting her do it at her pace.

She moved, ever so slightly faster. She heard him moan and she opened her eyes.

"You like the way it feels?" she asked.

His eyes closed, he nodded.

She looked at his face, his eyes closed. She knew he was concentrating. So she moved harder against him.

Still his eyes were closed.

She definitely felt his cock throb harder. Or did it grow harder, she thought to herself. Still she moved, stroking the length of his cock in and out of her.

Pushing herself hard against him.

He moaned slightly. He felt himself move too.

She growled.

"I said.." she said, thrusting harder against him.

"not.." she thrusted again.

"to.." she thrusted again.

"move!" she thrusted harder still.

He lifted himself again. Holding himself up. Holding himself so she could use him.

She growled and felt herself growing more excited. At the control. At the pleasure. At the feel of the water slapping against them.

She moved faster then. Not because she consciously wanted to, but because her body urged her to.

He fought hard not to move, but with the pleasure of her pussy grabbing his cock, sucking his cock, he felt himself moving.

He moved, but with her.

In her.

Against her.

"Yess." She growled.

She moved harder, she opened her eyes again and stared at him. She thrusted herself against him. Thrusted her pussy against his cock. It felt harder, bigger and thicker. It massaged her inner pussy. The water slapped against them. The motion causing waves of force between them. The force rubbing her clit, squishing between them.

She growled again.

"Yes," she heard herself say, "let me fuck you."

She thrusted harder. She heard him moan.

"Don't you dare cum yet!" she was surprised her hear herself say.

She thrusted harder and faster. Yes, she thought, she was fucking him. She wanted him to get off but she wanted to get off herself too. She was close, but it seemed not as close as him.

She pushed her hip up against him then and held herself there. She felt him moving, really moving. She pulled herself off him then.

He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Please," he said, "I'm so close"

She growled and thrusted herself down. She felt herself impaled against his cock once more. A rush of electricity shot forth from between her legs then. It felt even better, somehow. His cock throbbing and spreading her pussy. Her pussy grabbing and sucking his cock. 

She stared at him as she thrusted. She moved faster, seeing the concentration on his face.

He opened his eyes then and looked into her eyes.

"I'll wait" he said with a shaky voice.

"Yes," she said, "I'm going to fuck you until we both cum."

He shuddered then.

She wondered if she had made a mistake in expressing that. She did feel like that. Like she was fucking him. She was enjoying it. Hard, rough and in control. 

She felt it then.. It started from between her legs, lower than her stomach. The feeling rolling out in waves.

"Yes.." she hissed.

"Ugh" she heard him say.

She thrusted harder, trying to catch that feeling and make it spread out. Make it cum.

"Hurry," he said urgently.

She thrusted harder. She didn't care that the water was now splashing over the rim of the tub. She didn't care that they were making so much noise.

No, she didn't care about that. She cared that the feeling was so close.

It felt so good, she thought. His cock. So hard. It throbs against my pussy. It is so hard and yet so smooth. It massages my pussy.

She knew then that it had started.

"Cum!" she barked.

"Ugh!" he moaned.

She thrusted harder. She splashed against him.

He thrusted against her.

"I'm going to cum!" she said.

"Ugh." he said again.

She felt his hands on her hips. She felt him thrusting her against him.

She growled and pushed her hips forward more. She pulled him in deeper that way. Fucked him deeper.

She felt him stiffen then. His cock seemed to thicken and release. She didn't feel the rest because it hit her then. Her climax shot hard. She shook and shook.

He screamed as she came on him. He felt her thrusting harder against him. It felt as if she was pumping his cock for everything he could give. It didn't hurt, but he had no conscious control of his body. He thrusted with her. He pushed and pulled with her.

She groaned once more and felt herself going relaxed.

She heard him moan as she collapsed onto him.

He was still in her when she leaned fully onto him. He had no strength to move or lift her. He just wrapped his arms around her and held her.

They sat in the tub for a while. He let her doze for a while.

She opened her eyes and felt the warm water about her. She looked down at him and saw his smile.

"I should tell you about the rough day I just had." he said with a chuckle. 



Rough Draft: Forever Ink



Jack prologue 

I saw her the first time ten years ago. Ben called me to the front of the shop for a customer. She was there with a friend looking at jewelry. It was easily discernible that she was no older than nineteen. Definitely a freshman out for her first bout of rebellion. Everything about her screamed 'too sweet', but still something about her stuck out. She wasn't overtly beautiful. Pretty, I'd definitely had done a double take if I passed her on the street, but definitely no pin up. It wasn't the half smile she had or the slightly husky voice she spoke with, though both were fucking sexy. It wasn't even that she literally looked like she'd just rolled out of bed, all ratty pj pants, tank top and her hair in a messy knot on top of her head. No, none of those things made her memorable, it was what I didn't see that I'd not forgotten in ten fucking years. Just looking at her, I could tell she had a devil-may-care attitude. She wasn't playing by anyone's rules except her own, and that was just fucking incredible. 

"Can I help you ladies?" I said with my most professional grin. I had worked in this business long enough to know there had to be a professional distance. I rarely flirted with customers, though I knew even in that first instance I was about to blow that to shit.

"I'm looking to get my nose pierced," her friend answered. She was done up, normally the kind of girl I'd go for. A lot of make-up, a lot of hair product and a lot of tit. A whole lot of tit, but the dressed down brunette had me by the balls from the moment I'd laid eyes on her. 

I frowned that it was a piercing, "Sorry girls, I'm strictly ink, but Ben here can help you with the bod mod." 

"Actually, I'm here for ink." It took every ounce of willpower I had not to fist pump and shout out. 

"Cool, what did you have in mind?" 

She put a shirt on the counter and pointed to a design. "This. On the small of my back." I had to physically restrain my eye roll. "I want it in all black, though and a little bigger. It's got to cover a scar." Oh. Well. Damn. That made me feel like shit.

"What kind of scar? Not all scars take ink well." 

"It's a thin pink scar. Not raised too much, not puffy. But, it's also not surgical. It pretty much spans the whole space." When she said the last part her voice was barely audible.

"Well, I'll take a look, sounds good though. Gimme a minute to bang this out on the stencil and we'll be good to go." She nodded and moved back to looking at nose rings. 

Ten minutes later I had her prepped and stenciled. She was looking at the placement with her shirt shoved up into her bra and her pants sagging right to the crack of her ass. More than once I had to discreetly adjust myself. 

"Looks good. So does it hurt?" She asked, putting the small mirror down and turning to face me.

I gave her my standard, movie quote answer, "It's better than getting bamboo chutes shoved up you nails." 

She cocked her eyebrow and gave me a sardonic smile, "Thanks, Flea." My jaw dropped at the fact that she got the reference. My dick twitched again. 

I couldn't help but smile, "What's you're name, sweetheart?"

"Anya. What's your name?"

"Jackson, but everyone just calls me Jack." 

"Nice to meet you, Jack. So? Where do you want me?" With five words she caused a hundred lurid fantasies to flash through my mind. I was so fucking screwed. She cocked an eyebrow at me again. Oh. Yeah. She had asked me a question. 

"Um. Yeah. Straddle the chair, lean forward a bit." Why did my voice sound like I'd gargled pea gravel? 

"Is this good?" She had no fucking clue.

"Yeah. Music?"

"Sure."

"Preference?"

"Not really. I listen to anything." Right. I decided to not scare her too much so I decided to play some old school Anthrax. She shocked the hell out of me by singing along to 'Indians'. That was interesting. 

"Ok we're gonna start with the outlining. This is the worst part. This piece won't take long, but if you need a minute just lemme know. Straight?" She gave me another sardonic grin. 

"I'm pretty sure I can handle it." She was either really stupid or incredibly sexy. 

I got to work on the outline. There was the minutest of flinches when the needle touched, but then she relaxed totally. The ink was taking like a dream on her soft white skin. The contrast to the black ink was striking.

"This is gonna be hot." 

"Yeah? I never really wanted a tramp stamp, but I'm sick of that fuck...um, damn scar." I could see the color rise on her neck. Damn she was fucking too sweet.

"Sweetie, you're in a tattoo parlor. You don't have to watch your language." 

"Yeah. It's just something I'm working on. For me. I have a rather extensive vocabulary. I need to try to use it, huh?" I smiled at her back. She was smart and sexy. 

"So you gotta thing for Bettie Page?" She was looking at the classic Bettie pin up in front of her. What the hell? She knew Anthrax and Bettie Page. Fuck I needed to get done and get her the fuck out of my chair.

"Yeah. She's kinda my ultimate. Ya know good girl gone bad and shit?" She let out a squeaky little giggle. Not a flirty one, that was her real fucking giggle. It was the cutest damn thing. Damn, I wanted to take my gloves off and feel her skin. I had to stop to adjust myself...again. 

"You get off on corrupting good girls?" I definitely wanted to corrupt her. Or get off on her, either way, it would end with my dick in some orifice of hers.

"Something like that." I hadn't noticed until that moment the impossibly small grinding movements she was making in the chair. Her skin was also flushed, blotchy pink in places. It could have been pain, but the way her breathing would kick up ever so slightly when she moved told me it was the opposite if pain she felt. As if I wasn't hard enough, I had a perky bodied, college freshman getting all aroused in my chair. Fuck. 

"You still good?" I needed to get my mind off of laying her out on the table and having her for lunch.

"Yeah," her voice was thick. Oh damn. 

I finished the outline after adjusting myself no less than six times. 

"Still with me, sweetheart?"

"Mmhmmm."

"You need a minute?" 

"Uh-uh." She was so damn cute and somehow fucking sexy as hell at the same time.

"Ok. This part's a lot easier. You're doin' great. This is gonna look fucking hot." 

"You said that already," she chuckled. I started filling in the tat. She started the light rocking again. I wondered if I gave her enough time could she finish? I could picture her coming apart in my chair. Her smooth flushed skin, her husky little voice whimpering. Fuck, I could smell her arousal. I had to adjust again.

"So, Anya? That's an unusual name." Anything to stop my wayward thinking. 

"It's Russian. My great grandparents are from there."

"Oh that's cool. We're just about done." I finished the rest of the piece and cleaned her up. 

"Damn, girl. That's tight. Wanna see it before I wrap it up?" She stood and nodded. She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back making those perky tits raise up even higher. They weren't small, a good hand full, maybe more. She shuffled to the mirror and turned to look at her tat. She was doing that half turn girls do when their checking out their own asses. Hers was definitely nice. Not too big, but pronounced. 

"Nice," she smiled. Unknowingly stealing my thoughts about her cute little ass.

"So? The rules. Keep it clean. Regular soap and water. Keep A&D on it until it heals. It'll flake and itch. Don't scratch. No immersion in water until its healed. After that no fragrance lotion."

"Got it."

"Yes you do," I flashed her the smile that usually makes the panties drop. She furrowed her cute little brow and pursed her pink lips. 

"Right." She bit her bottom lip with tiny teeth. I almost moaned out loud. Jesus, I was going to either have to jerk off in my car or have blue balls for two months. 

I started wrapping her new ink. "Leave this on at least two hours, you'll notice it leaks, but that's normal. Follow me up front and we'll get you checked out." I don't think she noticed the little frown I gave when I said it. I wished I could keep her longer, but I couldn't come up with one reason to get her to stay. She paid, tipped better than most and left. 

Yeah, that was ten years ago, so imagine my surprise when she walked into my shop two hundred miles away from where we first met.

Anya 1

I love the smell and feel of a tattoo parlor. It's all antiseptic and clean, but then it's artsy and unique. I'm not covered by any means. I only have five tattoos. They're all single pieces. I have my tongue pierced, but that's as far as I took bod mod. I'd have more ink if I didn't have a job that required me to keep it covered. 

My best friend mentioned a new parlor had opened and he needed a job. I told him I'd wait for him while he interviewed. They'd been impressed with his portfolio, his references were stellar and his phone interview went well, so he pretty much had it in the bag.

"So these guys are from, where?" I asked. 

"Nashville." I'd gone to school just outside of Nashville. I didn't know why anyone would consciously move to Memphis to open a tattoo parlor. Don't get me wrong, I loved my hometown, but businesses failed easily here. 

The shop was cool. Kind of minimalist, but it was new. One thing in particular caught my eye, a pin up poster of Bettie Page. It was a drawing of her in the traditional pin-up pose, wearing bondage gear. 

"What is it with tattoo artists and Bettie Page?" I asked.

"What she's hot. She's the ultimate pin-up girl."

"Yeah, yeah good girl gone bad and all," I smiled. I hadn't thought about him in a while. The artist who did my first three tats was the epitome of all of my bad boy fantasies. In school I'd wanted him so much, but who was I? I was just some silly girl that tipped well, so I kept him in the fun fantasy box. He'd had a thing for Bettie. 

"Hey can I help y'all?" The guy behind the counter asked. He had messy hair and an overgrown goatee with a labret spike sticking out. 

"Hi, yeah I'm Kyle. We spoke on the phone."

"Oh yeah. Hey, I'm Ben." He walked around the counter to us. He extended his hand to Kyle. "Nice to meet you. Nice hawk." 

"Thanks, man. This is my best friend Anya. She's actually responsible for the hair." Ben turned to me and shook my hand. There was something familiar about him, I just couldn't place him. 

"Nice to meet you, Anya." He gave me a strange look. "Have we met?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," I laughed. "Where'd you work in Nashville?"

"Twisted Ink."

"Oh yeah? I had work done there."

"Really? That must be it then. Who did your ink?" 

"Jack."

"No shit. Hey, Jack!" What. The. Fuck. He was in the parlor? I'm pretty sure my face turned five different colors before settling on bright red.

"What the fuck, man? You don't have to yell." He was still gorgeous. Chiseled jaw. Perfect nose. Oh-my-God full lips. All of those vibrant colors coming from under his sleeves. He still had the gauges in his ears, but he'd added an eyebrow and lip ring. I remembered that I'd felt dwarfed by his muscular six foot plus frame. He still shaved his head, too, and that just made me want to rub on it. 

He looked at me and stopped, "Well, fuck me." Okay. "I haven't seen you in, what? Nine years?" How the fuck did he remember that?

"You remember me?" I'm positive that my jaw was in danger of being stepped on.

"Who could forget the little virgin that knew Anthrax lyrics?" My cheeks burned and my legs turned wobbly. Kyle looked from Jack to me to Ben and back. If I wasn't frozen with shock, I would have laughed. 

"Virgin?" I managed to squeak.

"Your skin, sweetheart," he winked with a knowing grin. He had dimples, that I always wanted to lick. Yes, I wanted to lick his dimples, among other things. 

"So what brings you here?" he started walking toward me again. 

For some reason I felt like prey being stalked so I pushed Kyle in front of me. "Um...you're interviewing my friend," I said in one breath. Jack creased his forehead and frowned for a split second, before resuming his smile.

"Kyle, right?" Kyle nodded, apparently confused by my rather strange reaction. "So, you worked locally for six years? Then the parlor closed?"

"Uh, yeah," Kyle was still bemused by the weirdness. "Bad economy. Parlor went down the shitter."

"Your portfolio was good," Jack said then looked at me and back at Kyle, "You done any of your own?"

"Yeah my thigh pieces. And Anya's got a small ankle tat and lettering on her shoulder that I did." I gave Kyle a dagger stare. I didn't want Jack to know that. I kind of felt like I'd cheated in him. 

"Oh yeah? Well let's see 'em." I wanted to play ignorant, but he looked right at me when he said it.

I pulled my pant leg up and showed him the zodiac symbol on my ankle. He knelt down and lightly traced the ink. My skin caught fire when he touched it. Jack stood and twirled his finger to see my shoulder. I pulled up my shirt and pulled down my bra strap. He walked close enough I could feel his heat and traced the words on my shoulder. A shiver ran through me. He moved to the lower ink he'd done. He traced it too. 

"This still looks great. You stuck with black and gray I see," his voice was close to my ear. I wanted to lean back into him and whimper, instead I pulled my shirt back down. "Interesting choice."

"What the black?" 

"That too, color would be an artist's wet dream on your skin, but I meant the phrase on your shoulder." It said 'pain is weakness leaving the body'. 

Jack walked to the counter and lifted himself onto it. He looked at Ben and gave a single nod. Ben lifted his chin in response and asked Kyle, "So? When can you start?"

"Really?" Kyle looked about ready to start doing the Cabbage Patch. "I can start tomorrow."

"A'ight. We open at one tomorrow, be here at noon for paperwork," Ben said with nod.

"Thanks," Kyle smiled. He grabbed my hand and all but ran to the door. When we got to the car he actually 'did' the running man.

"Dude, you are such a dork. Who does the running man anymore?" I shook my head at him.

"A guy who finally got a fucking job, doing what he fucking loves," Kyle said while hopping around like a cracked out baboon. His good mood was contagious though and I was glad for him. Although now I was going to see more than my fair share of Mr. Sexypants. 

"By the way..." Damn it. He was going to ask. "What the fuck was that?" He pointed to the shop.

"What? He did my first three tats?" And I still pictured him on lonely nights with my vibrator. But Kyle didn't need to know that.

"Uh-huh. Anya, I could practically see the sexual tension it was so thick." Really? I thought it was just my lust filled brain.

"Whatever. You're imagining things because your a horn dog."

"Yeah, well I got a chubby just watching you two. It was like mental porn," he waggled his eyebrows.

"Um, okay. Number one, ew, on the chub. Number two, what the hell does that even mean," I asked sliding into the car. Kyle got in and started it up.

"It means that while you weren't physically fucking, your responses left little to the imagination.

"You need help, Kyle."

It had been a week since Kyle started at the parlor. For all intents and purposes he really liked it. He actually brought in some clientele from the other shop. The guys kept him busy and word was getting around pretty quick. They were nowhere near being where they wanted to be in a year, but they were off to a good start. 

I hadn't been back since Kyle started, but then with work and all I was busy. That's why on Thursday when I went to pick Kyle up to go out with the rest of group I was a bundle of nerves. 

The shop closed at eleven on weeknights, so I pulled up about fifteen til. When I walked in Kyle tilted his chin up and did an air kiss. It was our standard greeting, so I of course reciprocated. 

"Hey," Ben gave me the chin tilt sans air kiss. I waved back.

"Anya, what's up?" Jack gave me a dimpled smile. He was the only one with a client. He looked to be finishing up. 

"So where we goin'," Kyle asked me.

"Jen and Mike wanna go to The Caddie. So cool?" 

"Cool," Kyle shrugged. We did this every Thursday. We would actually ask where we were going. In four years we only went somewhere different once.

"What's The Caddie?" Ben asked me. "You know we're new here? Always looking for new places to hang out."

"Um it's a bar. They do karaoke on Thursdays." I loved to sing. So it was perfect for me. Laid back, but still fun. Everyone knew us and we knew everyone. It was like Cheers, everybody knows your name.

"You guys wanna come with us," Kyle offered. Asshole.

"Karaoke? I don't know about that," Ben pondered.

"Dude, very few people get up there that can't carry a tune. It's mostly just laid back regulars." I wanted to tell Kyle to shut the fuck up.

"Sure why not," Jack spoke up, "it's something to do, man." Great. Fine. I could handle being around him. Drunk. I'd just limit myself tonight. I didn't normally get shitfaced, but it didn't take much to free me of my manners.

We waited for Jack to finish up with his client and headed out. 

Jen and Mike already had our table. A few other friends had taken up residence with them.

"'Sup," Kyle hollered at them. "Guys. These are the owners of the shop I'm posted up at. This Jack and Ben." Everyone gave their greetings. 

Jen jumped to her feet, "I'll be damned!"

"Hey. Nose ring," Jack smiled at her. Ok. So he remembers everyone. Guess I should have figured. 

"You remembered," Jen turned on her full flirt and hugged him. Some strange sensation made me want to scratch her eyeballs out. Damn. She's like my sister and I was ready to inflict bodily harm over a hug. Yeah I needed to calm the hell down. 

I sat down on the booth side of the table. Normally Kyle would sit down next to me, but instead Jack scooted in and pressed in so that our thighs touched. He looked over and raised his eyebrows, daring me to move. A challenge, motherfucker? I accept. He was messing with the wrong bitch. 

I leaned forward and waved to Dawn our waitress. She came over to take orders.

"Jameson's on the rocks." I ordered. Jack pressed harder into my thigh. "Make it a double." 

He snapped his head toward me in surprise, then gave a Cheshire Cat grin. "Nice," he winked at me and turned back to Dawn, "Bushmill's single malt, straight up." I'm sure the smile on my face made me look like a serial killer or a deranged clown, though to me there's not much difference. 

"Irish whiskey, huh?" I yelled over the music. He gave a single nod and flashed the dimples. 

"Hey do you want me to put your card in?" Dawn pointed to the makeshift stage. I nodded. 

I felt hot breath on my ear and smelled a spicy, clean scent, "So are you gonna sing for me, sweetheart?" he said into my ear instead of yelling. Oh. My. God. I would have stripped naked and table danced if he stayed that close.

I leaned back into him, though I doubt it was nearly as sexy since I stuttered, "Yeah, I-I sing." 

My drink finally came and I powered it down. So much for that plan. I waved for another. "Damn, girl. You keep that up and I may have to carry you out." I don't think he meant to sound seductive, but, holy shit, he did.

Greg started calling people to sing. Mike of course was first. He did an entertaining rendition of 'Sweet Caroline'. The crowd interaction gets everyone hyped up for the night. A few of the other regulars went. Jack grimaced at 'Friends in Low Places'. 

Greg called me next. I had a patron's card. All if my favorites were written down, when I came in they pulled my card and put me in rotation. I picked up the mic and waited for my song. I heard the opening notes. Shit!




Rough Draft: Forever Ink



Jack 2

She was going to drive me insane. Sometimes she'd look at me like she wanted to rip my clothes off, then it was like 'ew get away you're gross'. I didn't know if I was coming or going. 

She was standing up there now looking all sexified. That was the first thing I noticed tonight when she came into the shop. She had her hair in a weird ponytail, that was all fluffed up. Her little lacy shirt with a black tank underneath framed her breasts, which had grown, perfectly. She wore a skirt that showed off her long legs; legs that I had been imagining wrapped around my body all night. Then there were the fuck-me-please-Jack heels, they made her the perfect height to grind my dick into that pretty ass. Ten years had matured her physically, but that maturity just made her sexier than ever. Where before she was all small, perky body, now she was all womanly curves a man begs for. 

Her song started and her eyes widened. I didn't recognize the song right away, but by the opening lines I think I was drooling. She was singing 'Fever', and not only did she have a voice that almost made me come in my pants right there, she fucking moved like cat. No doubt, girl was a performer. Every man in that bar was glued to her. A few even ventured to the little stage area. I wanted to break their fucking necks. And what the fuck was that about?

She'd swish her hips then sashay to another side of the stage. I think Kyle was about to spontaneously combust. I'd asked him if they had a thing going on, and much to my relief, he said no. Although, he seemed unhappy about that. Even Ben looked like he might start howling. When the end of the song came she dropped on her knees an sang 'what a lovely way to burn' with hooded eyes. It was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I, of course, put that vision in the spank bank. I could definitely use that one later. 

She bounced back to the table, apparently on an adrenaline high, beaming like she'd won the lottery. That full smile. Fuck. She wasn't just sexy, she full on beautiful. 

"Damn, I got a semi from that, Anya," Kyle hollered at her. She scowled and flipped him off. I had to laugh. She scooted in next to me, her skin was damp from exertion, but she still smelled good. It was honeysuckle. And it made me want to bury my nose in her neck.

I leaned into her and put my lips on her ear, "That was fucking sexy, and I got more than a semi." Couldn't hurt to see her reaction. I didn't expect what she actually did. She put her hand right on my dick. It was hard before, now it was fucking painful. She made a little gasping noise and gave a gentle squeeze. I couldn't hold back the groan. 

I leaned in again, "Keep that up, baby, and I'll have you laid out on this table with my mouth on your pussy." Her breath hitched and she flushed. What I was most grateful for though was that she moved her hand. Not away, she put it in my pants. She discreetly started pumping my cock. I let my head thud against the wall behind me and closed my eyes. Fuck, it felt so good. She would stroke up circle my apa and stroke back down. Every time she'd circle my piercing electricity shot up my spine. It was obvious she'd been with a guy that had one before, and I wanted to thank the motherfucker...right before I kicked his ass. 

She turned toward me to hide her movements and started working me over faster and a little rougher. My little firecracker wanted me to come. I would have loved nothing more but in public, with my pants in the way? Not a good idea. I reached down and grabbed her wrist, her wide hazel eyes looked up at mine. There was desire and a spark of rebellion in them. I lifted her hand and nipped the pad of her forefinger with my teeth. She let out a moan I'm sure no one else heard. 

"Did that make you wet?" I whispered to her. She laced her fingers on top of mine and guided my hand up her skirt. She spread her legs enough for me to feel her panties. I hissed in a breath. There were no fucking panties, and she wasn't just wet, she was soaked. 

I unlaced our fingers and began rubbing little circles around her clit. She sagged against my arm and started rolling her hips slightly. I couldn't get a good angle on her to go inside, so I settled for watching her fall apart in my hand. She was so swollen I knew just one or two good swipes on her hard little nub would send her flying. So me being a gentleman, I obliged. 

Her fingers dug into my arm, she clamped teeth into the back of my shoulder and her whole body tensed then went completely lax. Her wetness gushed from her opening and her body jerked. I slowed my movements, then I pulled my finger away and made a show of licking the tip. Damn, I'm sure I'd had things that tasted better than Anya, but I couldn't remember one of them. Those eyes were hooded and glassy again, her cheeks were a beautiful pink color and her lips were parted. I smiled at my handiwork and moved my mouth to hers. 

Just a quick brush of my lips. I still got a taste of her whiskey and a something slightly tangy. She looked up at me looking slightly bemused and darted her perfectly pink tongue out to wet her lips. I had to get another taste of them and I needed to feel that warm, little tongue, too. I was just about to capture that pretty mouth with my own, when, "I need my bar ornaments. Anya, Jen? Remember gentlemen, you touch and you will be escorted out," the emcee called out.

"Oh," her voice was husky and...adorable. That's the only word. She beamed up at me and grabbed Jen's hand. They made their way to the stage. I stared at her ass unapologetically as she walked away. 

"So? Jack? Having a good time?" Kyle was talking to me.

"Um...yeah. Great place," I answered without looking away from Anya's ass. I stared until she turned to face her audience, then I finally looked at Kyle. He was glaring daggers into me. 

"Yeah. It is. The people here are like my extended family," he said with a nod to the stage. So it's like that? He must've noticed Anya's and my moment.

"Yeah? That's cool, man," I tried to give him a soothing type smile.

"Yeah. I don't like my family to get hurt." If he threatened to castrate me I would laugh. I'd had this speech from dads and brothers before. Looking like me, no one really trusts you with their baby girls. 

"I understand what your saying, K. Don't worry, it's not like that."

He let out what I could only call a relieved sigh, "Yeah. A'ight." He refocused on Anya. She was dancing on the bar with Jen. Some middle aged metal head was singing 'Enter Sandman'. She and Jen were grinding all up on each other to the guitar riffs. I was definitely going to have to take care of my dick or I was going to be walking funny for a month. She knew every word, which was fucking awesome. 

When that song ended, I expected them to come rejoin us. Instead, a few frat boy looking motherfuckers took the stage. "This one's for you, Anya," one of them claimed. She smiled and shook her head. It was some hip hop song about a troublemaker and her giving the dude a heart attack. Yeah, I could relate. She danced around seductively on the bar. Everyone seemed to obey the no touching rule, which I was happy to see. I'd hate to spend a night in jail after less than a month in town. 

She stayed on the bar for a few more songs, and took the stage one more time singing a song about rude boys. Damn, girl had sex appeal in spades. By the time she was done she had metal head Ben clapping along. 

When she came back our waitress brought her a Bud Light, I reminded myself she'd ordered whiskey first. The waitress brought her the beer and water. She took a sip of the water then tilted the cup in invitation. It was just a silly gesture. It shouldn't have meant much, but I felt like I was standing on top of the mountain. She didn't offer to anyone else, so yeah like a menopausal woman I felt special. I nodded and took a drink before handing it back. I watched wondering if she would actually drink after me. She did, without hesitation. I smiled a little to myself. 

She leaned up to me, "I'm about to jet, I'm exhausted. This was fun."

Huh? Shit. No. Don't go. "Yeah it was." Ok do or die time. "Come home with me?"

Her smile faltered the fell completely into a frown. "I'm sorry, Jack. I can't do that." 

"Oh. Hey it's cool." Not. 

"I'm really sorry, Jack. I just...it's not you...I," she stumbled. Right? It wasn't me, it's just she had to wash her hair or some lame ass excuse. I could get her off under a table and she could put her fucking hands all over my junk when she had her liquid courage, but God forbid she have to see me in the light of day the next morning. I got it all the time. Girls would be all up on it, then bam, it's like I fucking grow devil horns. 

"Like I said, it's cool. Don't even worry about it."

"No, Jack. You don't understand, I don't go home with men I don't know very well. Ever." The way she stressed the last word made me insanely curious, but some instinct told me not to pry. "I really should go, I'm working the second shift tomorrow. You're a great guy, Jack. Thanks for coming," she gave me a weak smile and I snorted at the irony of her last statement. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. The place her lips touched burned. She hugged Jen and the other guy, whose name I forgot. Ben gave her a little squeeze too. 

Kyle came up and lifted her into a huge bear hug, "Be careful driving home. Text me when you get there and don't forget to set your alarm."

"Yes, dad," she scoffed. He squeezed her again and kissed her lips. It wasn't a lets-get-naked kiss, but I still saw red. He put her down and I almost felt the need to go take a piss on her leg. She hit him hard in the back of the head and glared. "You're an asshole, Kyle." Well, at least there was that. 

"Yeah. You've said that before," Kyle retorted with a shit-eating grin. 

I stood up and walked over to her. I don't know why? Lay my claim maybe? Technically, I saw her first. I inked her first. So by bro code she was mine, right? I put my arms around her lithe little body and whispered in her ear, "Even though you won't come home with me, I'll still be thinking about you in the shower later." She inhaled sharply and her bare skin heated. I couldn't help it, I needed to reclaim her lips from Kyle. I laid a very chaste kiss on them and took off toward the bar, before I threw her over my shoulder and hauled her away.

Anya 2

It was official, I was fucking stupid. I'd waited ten damn years to hear him ask me that, and I run away like an idiot. That was almost two weeks ago, and to make matters worse I was avoiding the shop like the plague. I was still fuming at Kyle about the blatant display of testosterone at the bar and I wasn't sure if I could face Jack again. 

Fortunately we were really busy at work, so my excuse for skipping out on Thursday night wasn't a total lie. 

I looked at my phone again. Jen was, as usual, running late. We were meeting up for coffee so she could tell me about her new guy. Since I had time, I decided to read a little of the book I had started. It was a series about an FBI agent. Before long I was so engrossed in the world of law and order, I damn near jumped into space when a hand rested on my shoulder. 

A familiar deep voice tickled my ear, "How ya doin', sweetheart?" Jack!

He came around and sat in the chair beside me. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Not exactly what I meant to say. God, this guy made me awkward. He cocked his ringed eyebrow and held up a coffee cup. Oh. Right. Duh. "So," insert awkwardness, "long time no see." Awkward, awkward, awkward. 

"Yeah. Kyle said you been busy," he cocked his head slightly and gave a small smile.

"Yep. Work's been a nightmare." 

"Yeah, Kyle said you were a doctor?" 

I gave a laugh, "Um, no. I'm an emergency room RN."

"Hey! That's nothing to balk at. You're still saving lives and shit." 

"It's really not that interesting. It's mostly broken bones and colds. Occasionally it's more serious, though. As for life saving practices, that pretty much falls on the doctors." He frowned at me and shook his head. 

"You know, I know your little spat with Kyle over whatever douchebaggery he committed and work aren't the only reasons I haven't seen you," his frown deepened. So my excuses weren't as good as I thought. "You don't have to feel weird. I get it, and hell I applaud your intelligence, but it's hard to get to know you if you never come around, Anya."

Wow. I felt like a heel. I looked down and picked at an invisible spot on the table. 

"Has Kyle mentioned anything about why he's so protective of me or why I'm so skittish?" Kyle usually didn't say anything to people, but he saw Jack trying to move in, so he may have.

"No," Jack shook his head. "Do you want to tell me?" He asked like he knew it was a bad subject. 

I shook my head, "Not right now."

He put his hand over mine soothingly, "Okay." I looked up at him with what I hoped was a grateful expression. I was rewarded with the dimples. "So do you work tomorrow?" 

"No, this is my off weekend."

"Cool. So a few friends are coming in from Nashville to kick it with me and Ben. We're closing the shop and having like a barbecue, block party thing. You should come." I opened my mouth to protest, but he shut me down, "No, no. You'll be straight. Kyle's coming and you can invite whoever else you want. Jen, or whoever. Come on, firecracker, I'd like you to be there." He understood why I couldn't leave with him the other night. That was a relief. Well, damn. He just had to go all puppy dog eyes on me and be understanding.

"Firecracker?" I furrowed my brow at his nickname for me.

"Yeah, once your fuse is lit, you explode and light up the whole goddamn night," he winked at me. And yeah I was feeling tingly all over, especially in the crotch area. "So will you be there?"

"Sure. Where do you live?"

"Cordova, we're renting a house out there. Behind the post office." 

I couldn't help the snort of laughter. That was kind of a demure suburb of the city. "I bet you freaked the neighbors out a bit."

He twisted his lips into a wry smile. "Oh yeah." He glanced at his phone. "I gotta bolt. Tomorrow. Two o'clock. Don't be late, those fools eat like they're bottomless pits. There may be nothing left if you're late."

"I'll be there. Do I need to bring anything?" 

"Just your beautiful self," he said. Oh, he was smooth. Good to know he could sweet talk as well as he could talk dirty. He winked again and walked away.

Kyle, Jen and I rode together to Ben and Jack's place. Things seemed in full swing when we pulled up. Ben was manning the grill and there were at least a dozen other people milling around. 

Jack had told me I didn't need to bring anything, but my momma taught me it was rude to show up empty handed. So I brought beer and homemade peach cobbler. Yeah, I had my motives, after all, if a woman can cook she's good as gold. We walked up the driveway to greet Ben. The house was older, but it looked huge and was well taken care of. 

"Hey, y'all," Ben turned from the grill. "Put your name on your beer and pick a cooler," he pointed to no less than six full sized coolers sitting around. "What's that?" He pointed to my sweet treat with his tongs. 

"Peach cobbler," I smiled.

I swear Ben's eyes grew three sizes. "Did you make that?" I nodded. "I think I've replaced Jack as my best friend." His comment made me giggle.

"So? Why am I replaced?" Jack's voice drifted from behind me. 

"She cooks," Ben said motioning to me with the tongs again. 

Jack walked over to Kyle and shook his hand. He looked scrumptious in his khaki carpenter shorts and his white Henley. "She does? And what did she cook?"

"Peach cobbler, man," Ben answered. "Anya, marry me. You never have to work again just feed me peach cobbler every day." Everyone laughed at Ben, Jack ducked his head and shook it. 

"Shit. You should try her cornbread. Or her pasta Marsala," Kyle chimed in. "Girl can flat out cook. Plain and simple, I don't see how Jen doesn't weigh eight hundred pounds."

"Willpower, bitch," Jen responded with a fist pump. Everyone laughed again.

"Here I'll take that to the house for you," Ben said, while taking my cobbler.

"Ben, stay out of that until its time," I called after him. He scoffed and walked to the house, followed closely by Jen. Kyle took the beer and started putting them in one of the coolers. 

A girl in shorts that rode up her ass and a tank top that was two sizes too small sauntered our way. She had full sleeves and a face full of metal. Her boobs had to be fake, they were far too firm and perky. She had dreaded blonde hair up in a thick ponytail at the top of her crown. She was overly tan for it to be mid-spring, and there were no tan lines.

"Jackie," she purred and grinned like a shark, "who's your friend?" 

"Regina, this is Anya," he slung an arm around my shoulders. The girl's instasmile turned to a sneer for a split second.

"Well, isn't she just adorable?" What the fuck? I was twenty eight, at least three years older than this bitch.

"I don't know that I'd...well shit, I have used that term, so yeah, she is," Jack turned his face to me and beamed. I answered in kind. Regina's smile turned, again. This time she couldn't school it as quickly. 

When she finally got her features in check she asked, "So how'd y'all meet?"

Bingo. "Oh. Jack gave me a few of my tats." Put that in your pipe and smoke it, bitch. 

"Oh? How many do you have?"

"Five. I'd like more, but I can't have ink showing at work." Jack's head snapped back around. He gave me a curious look. He shook his head and pulled me around Regina. "See ya, Reggie. Foods almost ready," he called over his shoulder. "Come on, firecracker. Come meet some folks."

Jack moved his arm from my shoulder and placed his hand lightly at the small of my back. We walked up to two guys that were covered in ink. One had long black hair and the other was shaved like Jack. 

"Deacon. Rain. This is Anya. Anya, Deacon and Rain. They're in a band from Nashville." Both men threw out greetings and handshakes.

"What kind of music do y'all play?" I asked. It was a topic I could converse on for hours.

"Mostly progressive metal," the one named Rain answered. "If someone asks nice, we'll cover some classic rock, though."

"Do you do any originals?" 

"Yeah. We have a couple self produced albums out," Deacon spoke this time.

"That's fucking awesome! I've always wanted to put out my own stuff, but it's hard to hire musicians and pay for studio time," I shrugged.

"Oh yeah? You sing?" Rain asked.

"Man, her voice is fucking incredible," Jack cut off my response. I looked over at him. People had told me I had a good voice forever, but for some reason his compliment touched me. The hand on my back started subtly and lightly tracing around my tattoo. I'd had it long enough that I was very aware of the art; he was tracing a perfect outline. I knew he couldn't see it. So he remembered it? After ten years? Maybe, Jack wasn't as indifferent to me all those years ago as I thought. 

"Oh yeah? What kind of music do you sing?" Deacon pulled me out of my musing.

"All kinds. My voice tends to work well with blues and older R&B, but that doesn't stop me from trying to do my best Kristina Scabbia impersonation occasionally," I gave them a rueful smile.

"That's fucking awesome," Rain interjected. "So who's your all time favorite musician."

"Oh no. You guys will rip me apart," I shook my head.

"Naw, you seem to have a wide range of musical tastes, so we'll be nice. Swear," Rain gave an obscene version of a Boy Scout salute. 

I twisted my lips and mumbled, "Elton John."

"Come again," Deacon smiled and cupped a hand behind his ear.

"Elton John," I said louder. The three guys looked at me like I'd grown and extra head. "See? Stunned into silence this is why I didn't want to tell."




Rough Draft: Forever Ink



"No, no it's cool, just unexpected," Rain laughed.

"I have a theory about why I love his music so much," I defended.

"Which is?" Jack raised his eyebrows. 

"When my mom was seven months pregnant with me, she went to an Elton concert. I moved around so much I bruised her. It was ingrained for me to be musical from the womb and Elton was destined to have a special place in my heart."

"That's actually the best fucking reason I've ever heard to have a favorite," Deacon said. "So who's your favorite band."

"Old school Metallica," I answered without hesitation. 

"Sweet. We cover them sometimes. What's your favorite Metallica song? Maybe we can do an acoustic for you later," Rain asked.

"Nothing Else Matters." 

"That's kinda dark," Deacon smiled.

"We all have dark sides," I word vomited. I didn't mean to say that. Saying shit like that causes questions. 

"I see," Deacon said. "Dude," he turned to Jack, "your girl's pretty badass."

Jack was giving me a weird look, again. He pursed his full lips and dipped his eyebrows, "Yeah she is that." Did he just agree that I was 'his girl'. Maybe he just meant like, 'oh yeah that's my girl Anya, she's cool'. One thing was sure. When he said it something in my chest tightened and it was scary as hell.

Jack 3 

The little firecracker was just full of surprises. Deak and Rain were totally impressed. If I was honest, I was too. She was handling her beer now like an old pro, but her little pink sundress made her seem like a sweet, little princess. She definitely didn't look like she belonged with my crowd right now, except her shoulder tat peeking out of her sleeveless dress and her leg tats showing underneath.

She was singing along to the song that was on my iPod. I had chosen a more mellow playlist, since some of our new neighbors had joined. 'I'm No Angel' by Gregg Allman was blaring. She looked so damn cute bobbing her head and quietly humming to the guitar riffs. 

Occasionally she would make conversation with people, it didn't matter who it was she was open and friendly. Damn, she was just incredible. I offered my two cents a few times but mostly I just watched her.

I had a thing about leaning into her ear when I spoke to her, I figured it's because I liked my lips on any part of her she'd allow and she smelled so fucking good. "You need another beer?" I murmured against her skin. 

Something happened then and in twenty years I would still argue about what snapped. She turned to look at me with those hazel eyes, burning like beacons at sea, and bit her bottom lip with a nod. I don't know if she met me halfway or if I went all the way in, I just knew my lips needed to be on hers, like yesterday. 

They were plump and soft. She was stock still for a minute, then she started moving. I teased her bottom lip with my tongue and she obliged me by opening. I slipped my tongue between her little teeth. I tasted the bitterness of her beer and that uniquely tangy Anya taste. 

Since we were both sittingn chairs I couldn't get her soft body close enough to mine, so I did what any red blooded man would do in my place. I picked her up and dragged her to my lap. Her hands fisted the sleeves of my shirt, before she put them under the hem. 

She swallowed my groan when she started running them up my abdomen. The muscles contracted so hard it hurt. I fisted one hand in her hair and slid the other between my thigh and her, to cup that sweet little ass. 

She moaned and pressed her chest into me. With her sitting sideways the right parts weren't touching. I needed more friction. I was painfully hard. Her fingers pulled lightly on one of my nipple rings and I'm pretty sure I growled. Just as I was about to turn her to straddle me I heard someone clear their throat.

"Ben wants to know, how long to heat the cobbler?" Fucking Kyle. If looks could kill we would have both been dead.

"Oh...um," she pulled back. I wanted to rip the bullring in Kyle's nose out. "Three hundred about fifteen minutes."

"Great," he turned and stalked off.

"Kyle!" She jumped up and followed him. Well that was just fucking perfect. This girl's life ambition must've been to leave me with blue balls.

"Uh oh. Love triangle?" Regina took Anya's deserted chair. 

"No," I snapped. She shrugged. I knew if I wanted a hole to fill, Regina would be more than happy to offer hers, but it wasn't blonde with fake tits I wanted. It was dark brown and soft curves. 

"She's not really your type, is she." Regina said more as a statement. I just shrugged and remained broody. "Though if I was in the midst of a kiss like that, Mohawk, wouldn't have dragged me away." She smiled seductively. 

"Yeah, well you weren't." I stood up and walked to the house.

I heard Anya's voice. I shouldn't have listened, but the temptation was just too much.

"Kyle, are you serious right now?" She hissed.

"What? You were practically fucking out in the front yard," Kyle retorted.

"What I do is my business. You had your chance and you cheated with that fucking stripper. Who I fuck and where is no concern of yours."

"Just like Rob wasn't," Kyle said with ice in his voice. I heard her whimper and wanted to crash in and punch Kyle in the face. I didn't know what he was talking about but it apparently hurt her deeply. "Fuck, Anya, I'm sorry. That was out of line. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Jus go away, Kyle." That asshole had made her cry. "No don't touch me," she hissed. There was some shuffling and a slap. I'd heard enough. I rounded the corner.

Kyle was trying to grab her into his arms, but my firecracker wasn't havin' it. "Please, Anya. I'm sorry." Neither of them had noticed me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked Anya, but kept my eyes on Kyle.

"We're fine," he glared at me. I looked at her inquisitively. She gave me a nod. 

"I think it's time for us to go," she said and swiped her eyes. "Thank you for having us." Dammit! 

"You don't have to leave," I mumbled. I was about two seconds away from a full pout. 

"Yeah, we do," she sighed. She walked over and put her arms around my waist. So, at least, she wasn't mad at me. I hugged her close to me and kissed her temple. I saw Kyle shift uncomfortably from the corner of my eye. 

"Maybe, we could go to dinner tomorrow? It'll be in a public place," I asked. 

"Oh. I do dinner at my place on the Sundays I'm off." Shit. I should just give up. I saw Kyle's little smirk. "Why don't you guys come? There'll be plenty. I'm making fried chicken and the fixins." That did sound good. Other than grilled slabs of meat I hadn't had a home cooked meal since we moved.

"That sounds good. Text me your address."

"Okay. Dinner's at six, usually everyone comes early, though. So if you wanna come about four, that's cool. If not see you at six." Spend extra time with her? I'd have to be the world's biggest dumbass to turn that down.

"See you at four." I gave her a chaste peck on the lips and another in her hair. "Drive safe. Kyle." I gave him a cursory nod. 

I watched the car until it turned the corner. "You got it bad, man," Ben said beside me.

I sighed, "Yep. We're going to her place for dinner tomorrow. Fried chicken?"

"Dude," Ben whimpered. My boy needed to find a woman that went to culinary school. I'd swear if I hadn't shown interest, that proposal to Anya would have been serious.

I didn't know who was going to be at this dinner. I'd texted her about if I could bring something, she used my words against me. 

'Just your handsome self'

I still picked up some drinks for me and Ben. The girl was already feeding us, I didn't want to be a complete loser. She lived in a small house in Midtown. That part of town was very artsy and was one of the places Ben and I were looking to open the shop. There were already several there though, so we decided against it. Good thing too. Our business was picking up better than I had planned. 

"Nice house. She own it?" Ben asked.

"Dunno," I shrugged. She did seem to have her shit together, so it seemed likely. 

I was walking up to the door and stopped dead in my tracks. She came out in jeans that had little slices in them. They were cleverly placed so all the good stuff was covered, but very little was left to the imagination. The shirt she was wearing made my face split. I'm sure I looked like a psycho.

"What?" She giggled. Such a cute sound.

"Like your shirt," I said. Ben started cackling behind me. 

"Shut up, you!" She warned, though it didn't have the desired effect coming from her sweet little mouth. We both laughed harder. "What is wrong with my shirt?"

"I'm sorry, it's just..." I was laughing to hard to finish.

Ben helped me out, "It has Barbie on it."

"Excuse me!" She narrowed her eyes. She was just too much. "'This' is 'not' Barbie! This is Jem. Classic eighties cartoon." She crossed her arms and gave us a scoff. 

"Sure," Ben goaded.

"You, you hush, you," she berated him. "Jem is a rock star. 'You', mister," she poked his chest, "are just jealous."

"Alright, firecracker, it's not Barbie," I pulled her to me. Without hesitation she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I like these jeans," I whispered to her and ran my and through a slit wear her thigh met her hip. I felt her shiver in my arms. My dick decided that was worth popping up for. I'm pretty sure she felt it, too, because she ground her pelvis into it.

"Come on in. We're playing guitar hero," she grabbed both of our hands and bound up the porch steps. "Hence the Jem shirt." 

The inside of the house was not what I expected. She had framed vintage, concert and movie posters everywhere. My favorite was instantly the 'Night of the Living Dead' movie poster.

She must have seen me looking. "It's signed," she said.

"No fucking way!" She took my hand and led me closer. 'To Anya, Thanks for letting me do what I love. George A. Romero'. "That is the fucking coolest thing I have ever seen. Ben! You gotta see this."

"I saw him at a restaurant in LA when I went for vacation. He was cool, he waited for me to find a poster and signed it," she squinted and chuckled. "I also have this." She led us to an X-Men poster. "It's signed by Stan Lee," she beamed. I knew about her love of comics, and the Batman tattoo on her calf. I'd put it there. That was the last time I'd seen her until she came into my parlor a few weeks ago, so the memory was a bittersweet one.

"Has anyone ever told you, you are amazing," Ben asked her.

"Hmm," she tapped her chin, "not at times I'd believe them." She gave him a wink and led us to what I assume was a den. Kyle, Jen and the other guy, Mick? were gathered around a...huge is the wrong word...massive flat screen. Jen was singing off key to 'For Whom the Bell Tolls'. The other two had guitar controllers. 

"I have to start dinner. Make yourselves at home. I'll put this in the fridge for you," she grabbed the beer and sashayed off. I watched her backside disappear down the small hall. 

"Hey guys pick an instrument," Jen said as she put the mic controller down. 

"I'm good," I told her. Ben went for the drums. Jen shrugged and picked up the mic again. 

"This is the Metallica one, have a specific song you wanna hear," Jen turned to me. I shook my head. Ben pick 'Fuel'. I decided to see if Anya needed help. It would give me a little time alone with her too. Jen turned and gave me a knowing smile and went back to her game.

When I found Anya in her kitchen she had apparently had a fight with the flour, and lost. Badly. She was brushing herself and muttering. 

"Need some help, firecracker?"

"Wha...," she spun around and jumped back into the counter. She grimaced when her hip hit. I leapt forward to help her. "Jesus! You scared the piss out of me."

"You okay?" I could see that she was, but this gave me a reason to massage her hip. "I'm sorry." I gave her a dramatic pout and brushed her cheek. 

She gave a little chuckle and kissed my chin. "It's okay."

"You look like you could use some help," I dusted some flour from her forehead.

"Yeah. Dropped a whole bowl of flour," she stuck her bottom lip out. I wanted to bite it. 

"Well, lets get you cleaned up and get this dinner ready." I placed a light kiss on her nose. It was such a perfect nose. Damn, this girl had me by the balls. She nodded and gave me a shy smile.

"I'll be right back," she squeaked. I liked the effect I had on her. It helped me remember I wasn't in this alone. I wished I could just figure out what her hang up was. She was independent and confident in every aspect except sex. Maybe it wasn't the actual sex? Maybe it was me? It couldn't be that I was an artist. From the conversation with Kyle, I figured out they'd dated. Which fucked up my emotions yet again where she was concerned. I wanted to hug him for fucking up, break his face for hurting her and cut his dick off for having it anywhere near her. I wasn't normally so possessive, but this little girl had me running around chasing my tail. I wasn't sure if I liked it. 

"Okay that's better," she smiled and something painful tightened in my gut. Her smile faded and her brow creased. "You don't have to help," she said.

"No. It's cool. I'm warning you now, though. I'm a terrible cook." 

She walked to the island and turned on her iPod. Ozzy started singing about iron men, she lightly bobbed to the strong riff. Watching her dance around the kitchen getting dinner ready to Black Sabbath was hot. Very hot. Occasionally she'd ask me to hold something or stir something or put something in the oven. 

After an hour and a half of dancing, she'd made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, sawmill gravy, cole slaw, corn bread and strawberry pie. 

Yep. Definitely had to keep and eye on Ben. She handed me plates to put on the table and we took the food out. It was all so...domestic. I would be a liar if I said it didn't freak me out a little. 

She called in her guest to the table. I was trying to do the gentlemanly thing and pull out her chair, when Kyle decided to take the seat I had claimed, which was right next to Anya. I glared at him, but decided not to cause a scene. I moved around the table and sat next Ben. He gave me a knowing look. I just shook my head. 

"Jack," Ben said, "did you know Anya has a Metallica concert poster, signed by Lars and James?"

"Really?" I looked at her. Those cheeks turned a beautiful pink. "How is it you meet all of these people?"

"I have an uncle that is a DJ in St. Louis. When I was in high school Metallica was on tour. They stopped there. My uncle told me if I didn't geek out I could meet Lars and James. I promised, broke the promise, but there it is," she said it so matter of factly. 

"So you went all fangirl on them?" I smirked at her. I could totally picture her flipping out about meeting two guys she idolized. 

"Um. Not really." She blushed deep red. Oh there is a story there. I cocked my eyebrow. Jen started laughing.

"Tell him," she encouraged. "If you don't I will!"

"Okay. Okay," she blew out a breath. Mike, I finally caught his name, started sniggering. "I had to get up at like four in the morning to go with my uncle to the station. I still wanted to look good, so I did my hair and make-up and ya know wanted to be cute."

"You wanted James," Jen said in a sing song voice. 

"Yeah , whatever. Well we get there and Lars comes through. I was totally cool and he signed my poster and talked," she let out another sigh, "then came James." Jen was crying at this point. "He walks in and is all 'hi'. I froze. Fucking Greek statue frozen."

"Tell him what else," Jen said swiping her eyes. "Tell him what you did."

"Hold on, bitch I'm getting there," she thumped Jen in the ear. "So he says, 'does she speak' and I'm in high school right?" She was speaking so fast I couldn't help but laugh. "So that is flirting to a high school girl. So, I did what any high school girl does when the sexiest man ever flirts with her. I opened my mouth to speak and threw up all over him." 

"Then she ran away and cried in the hall," Jen finished for her. 

"He was cool though. He called me back in, after they got him some new clothes and I cleaned up, he talked to me for like an hour. And I fell in love with James Hetfield that day," she turned that cute red color again.

"So who else have you met?" Ben asked. 

"Um...lets see. That's it. My uncle never invited me to meet anyone again. Ever," she giggled. So fucking cute.

The dinner was delicious. We all helped her clear the table. And Ben and Jen did the dishes. Mike left. He had to be at work the next morning.

"So. Dinner was wonderful. Thanks for inviting us," I said.

"Of course. You know we usually pick a movie to watch after dinner. You want to stay and watch with us?" And why would I say no to that?

"Yeah." I moved toward her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Yeah?" She put her hands around my neck.

"Oh, yeah." I leaned down to take her lips. She yielded easier than before. I let my tongue lick into her sweet mouth. God, I could kiss her for hours. Days. Too soon she pulled away and kissed my cheek. 

"So what are we watching?" I asked as she twisted out of my hold.

"Don't know yet. You wanna pick?" 

We ordered from cable. I chose 'The Shining' because its classic and Anya said she'd never seen it all the way through. That was unacceptable. 

Ben and Jen sat on her love seat. Kyle took the floor in front of them, which left us on the couch. Finally I had her where I wanted her. Well, not exactly. I wanted her in a bed. Naked. 

She turned out the lights and curled into a corner of the couch. That just would not do. I patted the cushion in the middle and crooked my finger. She looked unsure for a minute, then she moved close to me. I pulled her to my lap and kissed her cheek.

She relaxed against me and rested her head against my chest. I tried not to think about how perfectly she fit there. Who was I kidding? This girl could crush me and I would smile while she fucking did it. 

A few times she hid her face in me when she got scared. Normally I would laugh at that, but it took every ounce of concentration I had not to throw her on the couch and have her seven ways to Sunday. I didn't care that three other people were in the room. 

"Jack?" she whispered about half way through the movie. 

"Hmm?" 

"Kiss me." Well she didn't have to ask me twice.

Anya 3

Kissing Jack was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was rough and tender, hard and soft, desperate and controlled. Most of all it was total bliss. 

His lips moved so perfectly against mine. I would swear an oath his lips were made just for me. He slipped his tongue in gently and flicked the bar in the center of mine lightly. 

I ran my hands over his shirt, up his perfectly chiseled abs. He let out a soft groan into my mouth. 

He allowed me to be the aggressor this time. He kept his arm stretched across the top of the couch. If I was being honest, it was hot that he wasn't touching me. I still felt like he was in complete control of the kiss, even though I was the one taking what I wanted.

His mouth left my lips and moved to my cheeks, my neck, my shoulder. I ran my fingernails across his scalp and pulled him more toward me. I wanted him lower, but then again I wasn't ready to tell him my story. 

I'd almost forgotten there were other people in the room until I heard Jen's yelp. I turned and looked. She had her face buried in Ben's arm. I saw Kyle on the floor. He had such a pained expression on his face. I'd warned him to be nice today and he had, but I knew this was hurting him. I moved back to my original position on Jack's lap and turned my eyes to the movie. I didn't want to hurt my best friend. I also didn't know what to do about it. Kyle and I hadn't been together like that in six years. I didn't even think of him like that anymore. He dated, I dated, it was cool, but with Jack he was acting like a jealous boyfriend. It was pissing me off. I looked back at Kyle, he had refocused on the movie, thank God.




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink



Ben prologue 

I reached across the bed and felt cold sheets. Bolting upright, I scanned the room. Her fucking girlie bedazzled sandals and that stupid flowy shirt were gone. 

"Fuck," I muttered and fell back into my pillow. I ran my hand down my face. Yesterday had been fucking amazing. Jen had taken me on a tour of my new home city. We'd done every touristy thing she knew of. We spent the day laughing and talking about straight up bullshit. I felt like we'd known each other forever. 

She was the type of girl I'd sworn off. She was ultra-feminine. All girlie colors and clothes, no ink, but somehow she'd still wound up in my bed last night. 

"Shit," I muttered, again. 

"Dude! Are you gonna get up sometime fuckin' today!" Jack hollered through my door. He was all pissed off because Anya hadn't called him. I could understand his plight, Anya was fucking incredible. My boy was all twisted up in knots over her.

"Yeah!" I yelled back. "I'm coming."

"Let's go! We gotta open in forty five, man!" Fuck. No time to shower. Probably stank like sex. Oh, well.

Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed and ready. Jack was already out in his truck staring at his fucking phone again.

"Dude," I grunted at him. "She'll fucking call." He cut his eyes to me and tore out of the driveway. Damn, boy was fucked up over this chick. I knew the feeling. Shit, it was the reason I hauled his ass to Memphis with me. Never again. No woman was worth that bullshit.

"Saw Jen leave this morning," he smirked at me. "So? What's going on there?"

"Apparently a whole lotta fucking nothing, brother," I replied. 

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah she just fucking disappeared on me."

"You gonna call her?" He cut his eyes at me again.

"I dunno. Bitch is bangin'. Fucking gorgeous tits. Funny as hell, but she's fucking high maintenance," I answered honestly. 

Jack scoffed, "I feel ya, brother. I fuckin' feel ya."

*

Two months later

My phone buzzed. "Yo," I answered.

"Hey, what you up to?" Jen's voice came through. 

"Not much."

"Wanna come to my place?" I knew what she was really asking. Did I want to fuck? We'd been playing this game for a month. At first I was cool being her booty call. It was a first for me. I was usually the initiator of the call, but Jen had taken the reigns and set her own rules.

The sex was great, but it was getting old. I wasn't sure what I wanted from her, but I was tired of this fucking game. It was always the same, she'd call, we'd fuck, she'd be gone or kicking me out the next morning. I was done with that shit.

"Can't. Got shit to do tonight." It was only a partial lie. Jack was at Anya's tonight, so I had plans to go prowl the bar scene.

"Oh. Ok," she sounded too perky. "Well, talk to ya later, Ben."

"Yeah, aight."

I hung up and got dressed to go out. Got on my bike and rode up to a bar close to the house. I backed the bike into a spot, and killed the engine. I glanced around the parking lot. 

What the fuck? The little hybrid sitting two spots over, made me debate going in. I'd know that fucking car anywhere. Fucking bright blue, with the stupid 'I drive like a Cullen' bumper sticker.

"Damn," I whispered to myself. Fuck it. If nothing else, I knew I'd get laid tonight. 

The bar was smokey and the loud throb of clashing conversations and classic rock assaulted my ears. 

I ambled up to the bar and ordered a beer. I took a stool and looked around. I was in a fucking mood and knew taking my frustration with Jen out on some girl's pussy would be a temporary fix. It would be nothing but a hate fuck, I'd be pissed it wasn't Jen's tight pussy, but fuck I was over it. Time to man up and move the fuck on.

"Hey there, sexy," a high pitched voice trilled over the music. I turned to look at the source of the offensive sound. She was bleached blonde, unnaturally tanned, and had on a shirt she was calling a dress. 

I jerked my chin up, "'Sup?"

"Never seen you here before," she trilled.

"Nope."

"What's your name?"

"Ben."

"Ben, don't you wanna ask my name?" She gave me a sexy smile.

"Nope," I responded with a smirk of my own.

She looked affronted. "Why not?" 

"Don't need to know your name to fuck you, babe." Yeah. It was an asshole move, but it set the mood for what was going down. Sex. That's all. No strings, just fucking.

"Oh," she smiled and moved closer to me. "Anywhere, any time you want, Ben." She rubbed her hands down my chest. 

I leaned in and grabbed a fist full of hair, "Bathroom. Five minutes. Go now and I'll be there," I growled in her ear. The nipples on her fake tits tightened and her breath hitched. 

"Ok," she whispered. 

I finished my beer and started toward the bathrooms to rendezvous with super-slut, when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Jen was sitting at a table with some other people. Correction, Jen was sitting on some motherfucker's lap at a table with other people. He had his mouth on her earlobe. 

Fuck! I knew she was here. I saw her fucking car. What the hell? I turn her down and she goes to find another cock to fill her hole? I shouldn't have felt so...betrayed. She had called me. I had turned her down and went to find some other fucking pussy, but I still felt murderous. I charged toward the table. 

"Ben!" Jen called and beamed. She jumped off of asshat's lap and threw her arms around me. She was obviously drunk. Asshat glared at me, I wrapped my arm possessively around Jen and glared back. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked pulling away.

"Come on," I snapped.

She giggled and pulled further away. "Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home!" I gritted out. Her smile fell and her eyes narrowed.

"I am here with friends," she clipped.

"You're drunk and you're letting some douchebag molest you in public."

"Not your fucking business, Benjamin!" She shouted. Fuck this. I grabbed her arm. "Let go," she snapped and jerked away.

"Problem?" Asshat asked.

"Walk away, motherfucker." I warned. 

"What the fuck, Ben? You said you were busy? I went out, what the fuck is your problem?" Jen got between us.

"My problem?" I glared at her. "What the fuck are we doing, Jen? I'm tired of this shit! You're either with me or you're not, I'm not gonna be your fucking bed filler any more!" I shouted. Not really what I wanted to say. I wasn't sure I wanted exclusivity with Jen, but I knew I didn't like seeing some other fucker maul her. 

"Fuck you!" She hissed. "We're friends, Ben. Nothing more!"

"We're not fucking friends, Jen. You wanna act like a fucking slut, fine. I'm fucking done with this shit!" I turned and walked out of the bar. 

Jen 1

"Jennifer! Come on!" Anya yelled at me. I did a final adjustment to the girls and hurried to the living room.

"Ok. Ready." I huffed at my best friend. She rolled her eyes at me and walked to the door. 

We were heading out for our regular Thursday night ritual. Jack and Kyle were meeting us at the bar. 

"Are Deak and Raine coming?"

I asked her.

"Yeah. And Ben," she sounded nonchalant but tossed me a sideways glance.

"Fucking great," I muttered, sarcastically. Ben and I didn't get along. Everyone knew it. At one time we were cool, but then he had to go screw it up by putting a label on me. That was almost a year ago and we had said maybe four sentences to each other since. 

"Be nice tonight, ok?" Anya cast me a glance.

"I'm always nice," I retorted.

"Just cut down the death glares and eye rolling. For me?" She asked.

"Fine!" I snapped.

We walked into the bar and were instantly greeted by Jack. "Hey, firecracker," he smiled, picked up his girlfriend and planted a smacking kiss on her lips. " 'Sup, Jen?" He jerked his chin up at me. 

"Hey, Jack!" I smiled and gave him an awkward, one armed hug around his girlfriend, who was still in his arms. He lead the way to the table. "Hey guys," I waved at the table.

A barrage of heys came at me from the guys. 

"Where's Ben?" Anya asked Jack. 

He nodded his head toward the bar, "Gettin' his flirt on." I followed his line of sight. My blood turned to ice water and my mouth went dry. He was posted up on the bar, leaning his big, perfectly muscled body on his elbow and in toward yet another bleached blonde bimbo. She was giving him a flirty smile and looking at him from under her fake lashes. Slut. It applied to both of them.

He leaned in close and whispered something to her before running his knuckles down her cheek. Her face flushed and she nodded. He took her hand and helped her off her bar stool and started heading straight for the table with the hobag in tow.

"Hey, Ben," Anya jumped up and walked over to him. 

"Hey, girlie," he smiled and wrapped her in one of his bear hugs. She giggled and patted his back.

"Can't breathe, Benny," she chuckled. He let go and kissed her cheek. 

"Guys, this is Heather. She's gonna hang with us tonight," he announced to the table. Everyone threw out their greetings again. Everyone, except me. I just took a swig of my beer.

Heather gave a shy smile and waved. "Hi," she squeaked. Bitch.

"So? Heather?" Kyle piped up. "What do you do?"

"I'm, um, a receptionist for a, um, dentist," she whispered. At least with all the background noise it sounded like a whisper. "What do you do?" She glanced at Kyle. 

"I work for Ben," Kyle answered. "Tattoo artist," he explained when she gave him a blank look. "I tattoo people," he explained further when it was obvious comprehension hadn't set in. He turned to me and gave me the what the fuck eyebrow raise. Brains. This bitch needed some.

"Oh. Are you all tattoo artists?" She smiled blankly. I couldn't help the snort that left me. Ho-bag blushed and Ben narrowed his eyes at me.

"No, babe. Me, Kyle and Jack, there, are artists," he smiled at her and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She blushed again and fluttered her eyes at him. 

"Oh ok," she giggled and smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her lips and turned back to me and glared. I met his eyes and narrowed mine. Fucker. 

I waved Dawn over.

"What ya need, hon?" She asked. 

"Double shot, Patron," I answered. "Make it two." I glanced back at the bar. Two could play this fucking game. 

When my shots came, I downed them in quick succession and climbed out of the booth. Making sure to chest rub Deak on the way out. He smiled and shook his head at me. I laughed and walked over to Anya.

"Let's go, bitch!" I hollered. "Bar ornament time." She giggled and took my hand, after giving Jack a lingering kiss. 

Glen grinned at us and announced, "Ok guys! You know the rules! No touching my bar decor! You do, you're out."

I pulled Anya up on the bar top with me and started dancing. Within minutes I could feel the sheen of sweat and the thump of the bass. Anya came up behind me and we ground seductively to the frat boy version of "Crazy Bitch". 

Fuck. I hated that woman. She was shaking her ass like a fucking stripper, to a song about fucking no less. She and Anya were all bump and grind, every man in the bar was drooling, including the motherfuckers at my table.

Just watching her luscious tits bounce and her round ass grind into Anya's crotch made me uncomfortably hard. Those fucking tits, I remembered fucking those tits. So soft and warm and her pink tongue licking my cockhead every time I thrusts upward. 

She met my eyes from the bar top and scowled. She dropped to her knees in front of some bastard and wiggled in front of him. I grabbed the little blonde, Heather, and planted her on my lap. She must have felt my erection because she ground her backside into me. Fuck. Her ass wasn't as juicy as Jen's. 

Jen caught my eye again and I pulled Heather's head back for a deep, fuck-me kiss. 

Not to be outdone, Jen hopped off the bar and straddled the asshole she was jiggling for. She proceeded to give him an extremely seductive lap dance. 

Anya had since hopped off the bar and headed back to the table.

"Well, lost my partner," she puffed. And perched on Jack's lap. 

"That was hot, baby," Jack nuzzled her hair. 

"Pffft," she scoffed. "Oh yeah. Watching Jen eye fuck a dude at the bar. Totally hot."

"I was watching you, firecracker," Jack replied, giving his girlfriend an amused grin. My boy was happier than I'd ever seen him and I was happy for him, but I admit I was more than a little jealous. I also felt relief. Anya could rip him to shreds, I was never going to feel that again. Ever.

My attention turned back to the seat the asshole had been in. It was empty. No sign of Jen or the douchebag.

"Hey!" I hollered at the table in general. "Y'all see where Jen went?" Everyone shook their heads. I caught Deak's eyes and nodded toward the empty seat. He gave me a chin jerk and got up, I plopped Heather down and followed him. I had a bad feeling in my gut.

"I'll check the bathrooms, you check outside," Deak hollered at me. I nodded and headed for the door.

It didn't take long to find her. "No. Stop," I heard Jen whine. My vision went black. "Please don't. Stop. You're hurting me!" Her voice got louder. I rounded the corner near the dumpster and saw the guy from the bar and some other motherfucker holding her against the wall.

"You're dead motherfuckers!" I shouted. All three of them looked at me. The guys loosened their hold on Jen and she jerked away and ran to me wrapping her arms around my waist and whimpering into my shoulder.

Deak and Raine, rounded the corner about the same time. Raine looked from Jen, shaking against me, to the douchebags and back. He looked at Deak and gave a nod. 

The assholes started backing away only to run into Jack and Kyle. Both had murderous looks on their faces. 

"Dude, she was all over it," asshole one defended. 

"Yeah man, the slut wanted it," asshole two chimed in. I felt Jen give her head a shake and a small sob escaped her. I pulled her away and looked down.

"Go back inside, babe. Find Anya and wait for us," I tried to sound calm, but I knew there was venom in my words. Not at her, them. "Go on, baby. It's ok."

She whimpered and looked up at me with her wet lashes. My stomach turned. I ran a finger down her cheek and she flinched away. I was going to snap these motherfuckers' necks. She let out a sob again and took off toward the bar. 

"Seriously, dude, you saw. She was rubbing all up on my shit," asshole one said again.

"I think she said 'no'," I said in a deathly calm voice. "Last I checked, that's a woman telling you to back the fuck off."

"Come on, man. Girl dancing like that, dressed like that." Asshole two growled at us. Oh. Little bitch wants to go? Done.

"I dunno, Raine, what do you think?" Deak asked.

"I'm pretty sure what she 'says' is what she means. Jack?" Raine asked.

"You fuckheads better pray," Jack said icily. "What do you think, Kyle?"

Kyle gave what could only be described as a serial killer grin. "I think it's been a while since I've had a reason to castrate a motherfucker."

"No. No, man! Look, nothing happened, we're just gonna go. Ok?" Asshole two started backing away slowly. 

"No? Did you say no? I heard my girl say no, didn't stop you. Why should it stop me?" I smiled and cracked my knuckles. And then one of the cowardly shits, pissed his pants. 

"Seriously?" I shook my head. "You didn't see my girl pissin' on herself when you had her backed into a corner, you disgusting fuck." And then the fun began. The growling asshole charged Raine. Mistake. He may look lanky, but he's a badass motherfucker. 

Raine clothes lined the dumb fuck and wrestled him into submission. He began methodically punching the asshole In the face. 

I went after piss boy and wrapped my hand around his throat. You learn to avoid punching at all cost when you make your money with your hands. 

I slammed his head back into the wall over and over. I kept seeing Jen's terrified face.

I felt hands pulling me back. "Dude, enough!" Jack pled with me. 

"Come on, man. Lets go check on the girls," Raine's bloody knuckles pulled me back. I turned abruptly and let the asshat fall to the ground. I stormed into the bar and looked around for Jen. She was at the table, Anya was rubbing her back. Her face was tear stained and her eyes were puffy. She was still shaking. Anya said something to her and she looked up at me. New sobs shook her. 

I walked to the table and Heather stood up. Shit. "Sorry, babe," I said shaking my head at her. "Not tonight." She looked from me to the other guys walking in, nodded and walked dejectedly to the bar. Damn. She was hot. Oh well, I had a scared, stupid girl to take care of. My dick could wait.

I leaned over the table and picked Jen up from the booth. I chin jerked the guys and walked back out the door. Jen turned her face into my neck and sobbed. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to yell at her for being so stupid, the other part wanted to soothe her.

I chose the latter. I sat backward on my bike and faced her. I pulled her to my chest and ran my hand up and down her back. "It's alright, Jen," I tried to calm down her sobs that were twisting my chest. "It's ok, sweetheart. You're ok." 

She pulled in a stuttering breath, "I-I-I'm s-s-soooo sor-sorry," she cried.

"Hey, look at me," I touched her cheek. She met my eyes with her beautiful blue ones. "You said no, baby. I heard you. This isn't your fault ok?"

"Yes it is," she wailed. "If I hadn't gotten jealous I'd never had acted like that."

"No. Shh. Not. Your. Fault. You understand me, babe?" She nodded and buried her face into me again. Finally the sobs slowed and my brain turned to something she had said.

"Why were you jealous?" I asked.

"Oh, um..." She looked away. "Well, that girl, she was kind of...well...you deserve better than a barfly bimbo." She stared at the vacant parking lot across the street and bit her lip.

"Yeah?" I smiled with male satisfaction that she was jealous. She looked up at me. Her eyes still glassy and her lips swollen from her sobs. She was fucking gorgeous. "Are you saying I deserve someone like you, sweetheart?"

"No. Definitely better," she gave me a small smile. Well, damn. She didn't hate me after all. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned down and kissed her lightly. When I pulled back, her hands moved to my hair and pulled me back down. She pressed her lips roughly to mine and lingered. When I'd had enough of not tasting her, I licked her upper lip. She pulled back immediately and gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you, Ben. For what you did. I know we're not friends and I know you don't like me, so I really appreciate you swooping in like that." What? She climbed off of my bike and turned to walk away.

"I didn't mean it," I said out of desperation to get her to stay.

"Mean what?" She looked back at me and frowned.

"When I said we weren't friends. I was," I exhaled loudly, "fuck, Jen. I was frustrated and hurt and, damn, babe, I didn't mean it."

She smiled a sad smile and shook her head, "Yeah, you did." She walked back into the bar. With a lingering ache in my chest, I started my bike and headed home.

Jen 2

It had been almost a month since my close call with the two yuppies outside of the bar. I hadn't found it in me to go back. I was scared, sure, but mostly I was ashamed. I didn't act like that with complete strangers. I had friends with benefits, but I didn't do random hook ups and I certainly never acted like that. 

And then Ben, of all people, had to be my knight in shining facial piercings? I was so humiliated. Anya had called, a lot. She wanted to make sure I was alright. I was grateful the first few times, then it made me even more embarrassed. I figured the best way I could prove I was alright was by putting on my big girl panties and going to the bar.

That's how I found myself staring into my beer bottle, wishing I were anywhere but in a booth, at my favorite bar. 




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink Raine and Deak



Prologue

"Shit. Feels so fuckin' good." 

"Please, please, please. Harder," the little redhead begged. We started pounding harder. "Oh, God. Yes," she squealed.

"Fuck, man. I can feel you," I gasped.

"Yeah. Jesus. Fucking close," Raine gritted out. I looked at his enraptured face and my balls tightened painfully. Shit. His dark eyes were hooded, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and head rolled back slightly. He was sexy. He was gorgeous. He was also very, very straight. 

"Holy fucking shit. She's about to blow, man," he choked out. "Come on, sweetheart." The redhead's muscles tightened and her ass clenched around my cock. Lightening zinged up my spine. 

"Fffuuuccckkk," I groaned and started spurting, filling the rubber barrier. I felt Raine jerk against the thin wall that separated us. It wasn't what I wanted, but I'd take what I could get. 

"Oh, Jesus," he cried out. His chiseled face contorted and his eyes squeezed close. Fuck. I leaned forward before I could stop myself. As if drawn by some invisible force, I pressed my lips to his. 

I figured I had about five seconds before he realized what was going on and I lost my best friend of twenty five years. I was terrified, but at the same time I felt peace like I'd never known.

I had struggled with my sexuality since I was fifteen and let Luke Grayson blow me in the locker room after a track meet. He got me off and abruptly told me never to tell anyone. Right. Like I was going to announce that shit to a bunch of testosterone laden, high school males in the Bible Belt.

I loved women. Really loved them. A tight pussy and great tits got me every time. What no one, not even my best friend, knew, was chiseled abs and a big cock did it too. 

It was sometime in that hailstorm of confusion that I fell for my best friend. My straight, gorgeous best friend. I'd never said a word to him about it. Yet, here I was, kissing his firm lips. Savoring every second, because I knew after this, even if our friendship survived, our sexual exploits wouldn't.

To my utter surprise, Raine's mouth opened to me on a low moan. His eyes were still tightly shut and his face was still twisted in the throes of passion. I plunged my tongue in like a man starved. 

Shocking me again, he dueled with my tongue. He snuck his hand around and palmed the back of my head, crushing me closer. The kiss turned brutal and demanding. Lack of oxygen and the sweet taste I'd wanted for so long made my head swim. 

At some point I was pushed out of the redhead's ass and onto my back. Raine came over me and pressed his body into mine. His eyes were still closed but the kiss deepened and became more urgent. 

I pushed his shoulders hard enough to flip our positions. He growled at me and rolled me back under him. I felt his erection grinding into my thigh, while his tongue fucked into my mouth. 

Jesus. This was really happening. My cock strained toward him and my hands roamed his back. When I reached his ass I squeezed and pulled him toward me. His eyes flew open and he scrambled off of the bed. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed out. His eyes were wide and panicked as he stared at me. His chest heaved. "What the fuck were we doing? What the fuck?" He glanced at the redhead who was just staring between the two of us. "I'm...I'm sorry, man. I...fuck."

He pulled on his track pants and stared back at me. I felt my heart shatter. He didn't want this. I'd pulled him into it, and now he was panicked and guilty feeling. "No. Man, not your fault," I said numbly. "I...it was me." 

"We can't...I'm not...are you...?" He stammered. He didn't need to finish the question. I looked down at my thighs and gave a single nod. "What? Why didn't you say something? Fuck, man. Fuck!"

"I couldn't," I whispered.

"We can't do this again," he stated. My stomach clenched and my nose burned. I gave a jerky nod. After what seemed like an eternity I looked up. He was gone.

"I'm, um, I'm gonna go. For what it's worth," the redhead said softly, "it was the hottest thing I've ever seen." I gave her a half smile and kissed her cheek. 

"Thanks, sweetheart," I said genuinely. "I'll walk you out."

Prologue 2

"You're what?" Jack asked incredulously.

"Bisexual," I repeated. I looked around at my friends. Their faces ranging from shock to acceptance. None of them looked horrified, though. For that I was grateful. 

"Since when?" Jack said through his shocked haze. 

"I don't know. Since forever, I guess," I answered as honestly as I could.

"Have you ever...?" Ben blushed and trailed off. I nodded. 

"I personally think that's kind of hot," Jen piped up and grinned at me. Ben snapped his eyes to his very pregnant wife. "What? If you guys can get off on two girls, I can think two hot guys is hot," she explained and shrugged.

I couldn't help the short bark of laughter that escaped me. "Are you sayin' I'm hot, darlin'?"

"Um...duh," Anya answered for her. "You know you're gorgeous." Jack looked from me to his fiancée and back. 

"What do you mean he's gorgeous?" He snipped.

"Face it, dudes. Your women want me," I teased. Laughter flowed from the group. "So? You guys are...okay...with this?"

Ben squinted at me and frowned. "Dude, did you think we would all ditch you?" I looked down and nodded. "What the hell, man? What do you take us for? I never cared who you fucked before. I'm not gonna start now. As long as its not my wife or my momma." I glanced back up at him and smiled. Ben grinned back and smacked my head. "Idiot." I chanced a look around the table and everyone else was grinning back at me. 

My heart stuttered. I had been sweating this for a week. After what happened with Raine, I knew I needed to speak up. I looked over at my best friend. He wasn't grinning. He was sickly pale and his lips were compressed into a tight line. He looked at me through guarded eyes.

I'd be lying if I said things between us were anything but strained. I felt guilty and fucking lonely as hell. I couldn't remember a time that I didn't have my best friend to talk to, to make music with. Fuck just to sit in silence with. Now even the silences were tense and loud. 

I looked away from him and bit into my cheek to keep the emotional pain at bay. "Dude, you okay?" I heard Jack's voice. I glanced at him and realized he was talking to Raine not me. Raine gave a quick affirmative jerk and stood up. He looked back at me for a split second and walked out of Ben's dining room.

"What the hell was that about?" Anya asked softly.

"It's a lot for him to take in," I answered the table and sighed before looking up at the most supportive group of people I could ask for. "He...thought he knew everything about me. We've...shared...intimate situations. I betrayed his trust by keeping this from him."

"Is he going to be okay?" Jen asked. I shrugged and blinked back the moisture pooling in my eyes. I heard Jen's sharp intake breath. I snapped my head to her. Fuck. She knew. She totally had it figured out.

"'Scuse me," I mumbled and stood. "See you guys later." A round of mumbled benedictions went around as I headed for the door. 

"Deacon. Wait," Jen called as I reached for the knob. I turned to face her. "Does he know?" 

"Sort of. I...fuck...I fucked up, Jen. I fucked up bad," I whispered. She took the necessary steps toward me and wrapped me in her arms. Her ginormous belly between us. 

"It'll be okay, Deak," she soothed. I nodded against her neck, but really I knew it'd never be the same between us. I let the tears fall in the safety of Jen's skin.

Prologue 3

What the hell was that about?" I heard Anya's tinkling little voice carry into the den. 

"It's a lot for him to take in," Deak answered her. "He...thought he knew everything about me. We've...shared...intimate situations. I betrayed his trust by keeping this from him," he added. God, if only that were what was wrong. I thought back to that night a week ago. The way it felt to be kissed by Deak. I should have been disgusted. I should have been horrified. I wasn't. I was fucking confused. I'd never, ever lusted after a man. Never. But when Deak kissed me my dick had turned to fucking granite. What the hell did that mean? Was I gay? Bisexual? Or just bicurious? 

Shit. Shit, shit, fuck, damn. 

"Is he going to be okay?" Jen asked. I didn't hear a response. Just Deak excusing himself. I moved to the hallway. I couldn't face him. Not yet. Call me a coward, but I was terrified of what was happening.

I heard Jen call after him. "Does he know?" She asked. I heard Deak whisper something back, but couldn't make it out. Then Jen's husky voice made soothing noises. I peeked around the corner at them. Jen was holding Deak to her while his shoulders shook. Fuck. My best friend was hurting and I was to blame. 

The whole situation was fucked. I watched him release his pain to Jen, and before I could stop myself I was moving toward him. I couldn't watch him hurt like that. When I got close enough, I placed a hand on his shoulder. His whole body went still. he wasnt even breathing. Jen's glassy eyes caught mine and gave me a pleading look. I gave her a nod as she released Deak. 

He turned slowly to face me. His ocean blue eyes were red rimmed and wary. My mind didn't know what to do, but apparently my body was capable of functioning independently. My arms pulled him to me and wrapped around his shoulders. 

"I'm so sorry, man," he repeated over and over. He didn't move to hug me back. His arms just hung limply at his sides as I held him in a tight hug. 

My body moved of its own accord again and without a thought I kissed his forehead. His breath hitched and he looked up at me. My lips moved of their own volition to his cheek, then his neck, before making their way to his mouth. 

He inhaled sharply, parting his lips and my tongue moved in. I tasted the salt from his tears and felt him whimper against my tongue. Cautiously his tongue began to explore mine. 

His taste exploded in my mouth and I groaned. What the fuck was I doing? What the hell was I thinking? Why the fuck was I getting hard? Motherfucker. I growled at the confusion, not wanting the sensation to stop and pulled him more roughly against me. 

Deak's hands came up, one pulling my hair away, the other pulling my nape forward, as though he was fighting himself. I snarled and pushed him into against the door. He let out a animalistic growl and spun us until he was pushing me against it. 

I realized we were fighting, not each other, but this confusion, this passion. We were fighting for dominance over all of those things. Deak wrenched his mouth from mine and glared at me. I returned the look ten fold. "Fuck you," I hissed. 

"Oh. You fucking will," he promised icily. His words shot straight to my balls. What the fuck? He crushed his mouth to mine again violently.

"Ho-lee shit," a raspy, bass voice broke through my lust and confusion. Oh shit. Deak's eyes widened and he tore away from me. I looked over to find Ben staring at us in shock. Fuck. 

"'Scuse me," Deak said quietly and moved around to the door. He tossed one last look at me and walked out. 

"What. The. Fuck, bro?" Ben asked me with his mouth agape. I scrubbed my hands down my face and shook my head to clear it. "So?" Ben began uncomfortably, "you, too?" 

"Fuck," I exhaled plopping down on the couch, "I don't fucking know."

"You don't know?" Ben repeated slowly. I shook my head and placed it in my palms. "Are you...attracted to him?" I nodded into my hands. "Well. Fuck me." Ben let out a long sigh. "Have you ever felt that way before? For someone else, I mean?" 

"Hell, no!" I replied sharply. "I don't know what I feel now. Other than fucking confused," I finished weakly. "Maybe it's a fluke. Ya know. Maybe it's just because we fucked so many together?" I mused. 

"What if it's not?" Ben asked.

"We go from there," I said honestly.

Prologue 4

I pulled up to the house and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothin'," I said to myself. I made my way inside and found Deak staring blankly at a muted TV show. 

"Hey," I said tentatively. 

He shot me a sideways look, "Hey." I plopped down on the other side of the couch and stared straight ahead. "'Bout earlier," Deak started, "I'm s..."

"Don't," I cut him off. "Don't be fucking sorry." I took another cleansing breath. "You don't have to apologize for what you feel, man. What you are. For not trusting me? Yeah, man. You should be sorry. But fuck, bro...I...fuck this shit has me so fucking confused."

"I know," he answered sadly. "And that's why I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't have...without talking to you." He looked down. "Where do we go from here?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly. I moved closer and rested my hand against his shoulder. 

"I...I don't know. I need time to figure out if what I'm feeling is just a fluke," I replied almost numbly. He jerked his head in acceptance. "You're still my best friend, man. I still..." I swallowed thickly, "I still love you, man. But we can't...share...not until I get whatever this is inside figured out."

"Okay," Deak said, shakily. "I understand." 

"I knew you would," I said and smiled. He gave me a real Deak smile back. "Let's get some fuckin' food and beer." He chuckled and agreed.

Deak 1

Three months later

"Oh my God, you guys are soooo awesome!" The little blonde acting as Kyle's current bed mate trilled. So fucking obnoxious. 

"Thanks," I replied and tossed her my best fangirl-melting smile. I had to chuckle at her gasp. 

"And you. Your voice. Wow," she breathed at Raine. He put on his sexy, panty dampening grin. "Why thank you, sweetheart," he said in a thick southern drawl. Kyle, Ben and I snorted. 

"How's the baby, bro?" I asked Ben. Anya and Jen were having a girl's night with baby Hannah tonight, Zach was with his mother.

"She's already got me wrapped, man. She's so perfect," Ben said with a mooney, honest to God mooney, look. 

"Well, I'll be damned," Jack bellowed. We all jerked our heads in the direction he was looking. 

"Is that...?" Raine started.

"Fuck yeah it is!" Ben hollered.

"Holy shit," I gasped. We all stared at the fucking beautiful, black haired beauty that walked through the door. 

"Tyler!" Jack called out. Her head twisted. Her made-for-cocksucking lips twisted. Tyler Eason was a walking wet dream. Built like a brick shit house. And holy fuck, she was wearing leather chaps that framed her denim clad ass perfectly.

"Fuck me," Raine whispered.

"Uh-huh," I agreed dumbly. 

"Well, I'll be damned," Tyler said in her skylit drawl when she reached us. Jack stood and crushed her to him. Ben gave her a huge hug and passed her to me.

"Damn, girl," I said and pulled her in for my own bone crushing hug. She laughed into my ear and turned to Raine. He smiled and gave her the same affection.

"How in the hell have you been?" He asked. "You look, wow, darlin'. How many tats do you fuckin' have?" he continued before she could answer. 

"Um. I lost count, ya know?" She chuckled. 

"It suits you," I unabashedly stared at her body. Fuck, but she was gorgeous. Definitely not the frizzy haired, four eyed, tomboy that hung out with us through school. She shot me a coy smile and ducked her head. My dick took note.

"What the hell are you doin' in Memphis?" I asked. Smooth asshole. Real smooth. Raine's snickering confirmed my thoughts.

"Bike rally for vets," she answered.

"Bike rally?" Raine repeated.

"Yeah," she said and smiled again. Jesus, my dick hurt it was so hard. 

"As in motorcycle?" I inquired. Something about Tyler on a bike was fucking sexy.

"Wow. What kind of bike?" Ben said and pulled out a chair for her at the corner. Raine and I glanced at the chair beside her. We sprang for it at the same time. My ass hit the hard wood first. I tossed a booya grin at Raine, who scowled and took the chair across from Tyler.

"Softail Deluxe," she answered.

"I'll be damned, little Tyler Eason, a fucking biker bitch!" Jack exclaimed.

"No. I'm the rider. Not the bitch," she corrected. Her perfect bow shaped lips tilted up. Immediately I thought of feeling those lips on mine, or my cock. I had to discreetly adjust myself. Apparently not discreetly enough, when I looked at Raine he was smirking. I raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. He raised both brows in agreement. When his lips split into a salacious grin my cock freaked the fuck out. Damn. 

"So, Deak? Raine? You guys still making music together?" Tyler asked. Ben choked on his swig of beer and I glared. 

"Yeah," Raine said with a chuckle. 

"What?" Tyler looked at Ben and Raine blankly. 

"Nothin'," Raine said and smiled at me. Fucker. We were still figuring shit out between us. We'd had some fucking fire starting make-out sessions, but no further. I wanted more. He was afraid. I understood and I was trying to be patient. 

Ben was the only person who knew what was going on. He was cool about it. "Oookay," Tyler said and shook her head. Raine winked at me and my cock strained more against my zipper. Fuck. The man was trying to kill me with blue balls. Asshole. 

"So, darlin'? How the hell have you been?" Raine turned his charms to Tyler. 

"Okay. Just got out of a bad relationship," she said. 

"Damn, I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said and squeezed her shoulder. I was not even close to sorry. My hand tingled from the contact. Damn. 

"It's okay. He was a jackass. He had to know where I was every minute. He was convinced I was cheating," she said and frowned. 

"Good thing you got out then," Raine scowled and waved the waitress over. I had to agree. Damn, good thing. Not just because she deserved better...she was single. Oh yeah. Real good.

Raine 1

My dick was fucking stone. I couldn't remember being this hard in my life. If one more image of Tyler sucking Deak's cock flashed through my head I was going to lay them both out on the table. 

Deak and I had been working through our shit. I accepted that I wanted him, but I was holding back. Tonight, though, tonight I wanted nothing more than to lick Tyler's juices off of his cock. Fuck. I took another deep swig of beer. 

How many was this? Nine? Ten? How long had we been drinking? "Hey, man," I called to Deak. He flashed those fucking gorgeous, albeit unfocused eyes my way. Goddammit! His brows raised in question. "What day is it?" No. Shit. "I mean, what time is it?" He gave me a heart stopping grin. My cock jerked. 

"Not a clue. Why don't you check your phone?" He answered with a sexy drunken smirk. Tyler let out a husky laugh and fell into Deak's side. Yep. None of us were feeling pain. 

"Good idea, man," I smiled. He was so fucking smart. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "It's almost midnight."

"Will you turn into a pumpkin, Cinderella?" Tyler laughed.

"No, but my balls may," I word vomited, then giggled. Yep. Giggled. Like a teenage girl. Deak ran his tongue over his lower lip and I stopped abruptly. Holy mother of God. That was fucking sexy. 

Our eyes met and we leaned in. When he was close enough for me smell the hops on his breath, he said, "You're drunk."

"So are you," I replied with a wink. 

"Very," he agreed leaning closer. We were almost touching now.

"We're heading out, man," Jack's voice broke my Deak induced trance. Both of us smiled and looked up. Jack's forehead was creased. Deak leaned back and put his arm around Tyler. She'd apparently missed our interlude by talking to Kyle. 

"Cool, man. See ya later," Deak smiled at Jack. 

"Yeah. Be careful," Jack said and looked from Deak to Tyler then to me. 

"Course, bro," Deak replied and winked. 

"I should head out, too," Tyler informed us. I'm sure my expression matched Deak's. A full on pout. Tyler smiled that megawatt smile and kissed Deak's cheek then leaned over to kiss mine. I caught Deak staring at her ass and a surprise kick of jealousy swelled inside me. What the hell was that about? "Be good, boys."




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink Raine and Deak



"Wait!" Deak called. "Gimme your number. We should hang out while you're in town. Maybe we can show you around. How long you here?" Nicely played. 

"Indefinitely," she answered.

I shot Deak an approving smile as Tyler sent him a text. "Bye, doll. Be safe," he told her. She shot one last smile at us and turned to leave. 

"Fuck me, she got hot as hell!" I crowed when she was gone.

"Fuck yeah," Deak agreed. He sent me a lascivious smile and jerked his head toward the door. My heart sped, and my stomach clenched. I stood suddenly and made my way to the exit. We got a cab and headed home. My heart pounding the entire way. 

Before Deak even had the lock fully turned on the door, I was on him. My tongue licking the shell of his ear, my arms wrapped around him from behind, my hands undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Fuck," Deak groaned and turned toward me. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me roughly to him. The ridge in his pants ground against mine. Fuck. Fuck. I needed more. 

I crushed my mouth to his and bullied my way in. His tongue laced and fought with mine for the dominant position. "Fuck. Too many clothes," I breathed against his mouth. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and broke the kiss to rip it over my head. I pushed his off of his shoulders and ran my hands over his abs and chest. "God, you feel good," I murmured to him. His palm moved down to my denim covered hard-on.

"Please. Please let me," he whispered against me. His mouth moved down my neck to my chest. His tongue played over my nipples, causing short bursts of pleasure to my cock. His palm pressed and rubbed, my hip rocked into him involuntarily. "Just try. For me. Please." He lowered to his knees and looked up at me. It was the most erotic fucking thing I'd ever experienced. 

"Yes," I acquiesced. "Go slow."

He nodded and smiled up at me. A sharp pang hit my chest. What the hell was that? His fingers deftly undid my fly and he pulled my jeans and boxers down in one movement. His breath hitched and he looked up at me again. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His tongue came out and traced the vein of my cock. "Oh fuck," I moaned. His eyes stayed on mine as he licked and tasted every inch of my dick. He ran the stiffened tip of his tongue over the seam of my balls, then further to the area between them and my back hole. "Oh, Jesus. Fuck, that's good," I whispered. When he was satisfied with his tongue's exploration of me, he sucked the head into his hot mouth. Pleasure zinged from my hair to my toes. "God, Deak. Fucking so good."

I grabbed the back of his head to try to stop my hips from pumping to far in. "You taste so good," Deak said, letting my dick slip from between his lips. He fisted the base and drew me back inside. He grabbed his own cock with his other hand and started jerking himself. His fist worked in time with his mouth, and before long I felt my balls drawing up. 

"Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna come, baby," the endearment slipped out. Deak shuddered and whimpered around my cock. Sucking with a renewed vigor. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, move," I gritted out. He swallowed my cock back and sucked hard. Hot spurts flooded Deak's mouth and I felt his throat working to swallow. I felt his own release hit my calves. The sensation caused me to keep coming. 

Deak sucked me clean and released my cock with and audible pop. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up to me. I took his mouth quickly and violently. When I pulled back I rested my forehead on his. "Fuck," I breathed out. "That was..."

"Intense," Deak added helpfully.

"And hot as fuck," I offered with a smile. I kissed his lips again gently.

"I'm tired. Gonna go to bed," he said drowsily. I nodded against him.

"Sleep in my room?" 

He looked into my eyes and smiled a sleepy smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want you to...fuck, I just want you," my voice came out hoarse. Deak grabbed my hand and lead me to my bedroom. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and crawled in. I climbed in behind him and pressed my chest to his back. I wrapped my arms around him and drifted into a deep sleep.

Tyler 1

"Hello," I answered my phone quietly. The drums in my head were insistently pounding.

"Hey, doll," a familiar voice responded. I couldn't place it. "How you feelin'?"

"Um, okay. May I ask who's callin'?" 

"Ah. I'm wounded. You forgot me that quick?" The voice teased. I stayed quiet trying to place the voice. "It's Deak, doll."

"Oh. Oh my God. I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your voice," I said with less excitement than I felt. Inside I was dancing around and fist pumping. Deacon Moore was the end all be all of my adolescence. He had that all American look. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a swoon worthy smile. Seeing him last night was like a dream. The all American turned bad boy rocker. And my God did he work it. 

Then there was Raine Ross. He had grown up. Well, I might add. His long black hair wasn't girly anymore, and his lanky frame had become defined. Tattoos and black leather pants. Jesus, he was just beautiful. They were 'both' just beautiful. 

Unfortunately, I suspected they were both taken as well. By each other. I noticed their moment at the table. A sharp pulse hit below when the memory struck. It was hot. Really fucking hot. I had half a mind just to push their faces together just to see them kiss. Jesus, just the thought had my panties damp.

"You there, doll?" Deak's voice broke into my reverie.

"Oh sorry. Yeah. I'm a little hung over," I lied. 

His deep chuckle flowed through the phone. "Well, I asked if you had plans today?"

"Oh. No."

"Raine and I are coming to get you, then. Where're you stayin'?"

"I'm at the Double Tree downtown. Do you know where that is?"

Deak let out a low chuckle. "Yep. I know it."

"Great. Gimme an hour?"

"Alright, sweetheart," he crooned. Jesus H., man. 

As soon as he hung up, I leaped off of the bed, ignoring my questionable stomach and head. I ran for the shower and began my sexifying routine. Even if they were gay, I wanted to look good for both of them. 

An hour later there was a rhythmic knock on my door. I pulled it open and my breath faltered. Raine stood before me. His dark hair pulled back in a low ponytail. He had on stonewashed jeans, worn motorcycle boots and a leather jacket over a well-loved Metallica tee. His dark eyes were glowing with amusement when I worked my way back up to his face. My face heated and I looked at my shoes. 

"I don't mind you lookin', darlin'," his deep, melodic voice stated. I snapped my eyes back to his face. He was smiling a panty incinerating smile and his eyes had grown darker. Now, what the hell? Reading way too much into that, Ty. "Come on. Deak's waiting," he chuckled. 

We made our way to where Deak was waiting in the car. The freaking hot car. The freaking hot 1970's Charger. Raine opened the door and pulled the seat forward to let me in, then he folded himself into the front seat. 

"Hey, doll," Deak greeted with a killer smile. Jesus, I was going to go into cardiac arrest just from these two smiling at me all the time.

"Hi. Nice car."

"Thanks. Rebuilt it myself," Deak explained and petted the dashboard. Seriously. Like it was a baby. 

"Wow. I'm impressed." 

"You shouldn't be," Raine stated. "It was in great condition when he bought it."

"Hey! I had to replace the transmission, the clutch, the brake drum 'and' most of the small stuff," Deak defended.

"Sure, sure," Raine dismissed. "I rebuilt the entire engine in my car," he smirked.

"Whatever. Only because 'I' helped you, asshat," Deak countered petulantly. 

"Ok, so you're both master mechanics, with hot cars," I offered. It was amazing how comfortable I felt with them, even after all these years. It was almost as though we'd never been apart. 

Both of them beamed at me in the rearview mirror. An unwelcome picture of their mouths all over me crashed into my mind. Both. At the same time. Good God, was it hot in here, or what? "So where're we goin'?" I asked, trying to reign in my sordid thoughts. 

"Well. It's a surprise. So you'll just have to wait and see," Raine said with a smirk. I huffed out a breath dramatically. "So tell me about what you've been up to, oh the last fifteen years or so?"

"Actually. Not a lot. My life's pretty boring. Work, work, break-up, work."

"What do you do?" Deak asked.

"I'm a studio guitarist," I answered.

"What?" Raine asked with raised eyebrows. "Musician?"

"Yeah. I've worked on some albums. Ya know, in Nashville it's all country, though? Money's good, though." I shrugged.

"That's fucking awesome!" Deak exclaimed. "You in a band?" I shook my head and wrapped my arms around myself. "That look tells me it's not by choice?"

I let out a humorless laugh. "No I broke up with the lead singer. I was booted."

"Shit. That's cold," Raine remarked.

"Yeah, well. For the best. He started fuckin' the daughter of the bar owner we played for right after he left me."

"He's a dumbass," Deak stated. "Why would anyone break up with you?" 

"I, um, I wanted to be more adventurous in the bedroom. He figured I had to get the ideas from someone else, constantly accused me of cheating. Then I said something that was the final nail in the coffin and he just 'lost' it."

"What'd you say?"

Oh no. I couldn't go there. Could I? Would they judge me like Brad did? "Come on, doll. I guarantee you can't freak us out," Deak goaded.

"I...well, I told Brad, that's my ex, that I...," I hesitated.

"Oh just spit it out, darlin'. Unless you say you wanted to shit on him, I promise it ain't as bad as your mind's makin' it out to be," Raine stated firmly. 

I looked down at my lap and let out a long sigh. These guys would understand. They lived outside the box, right? "I told him I wanted another guy to join in, just once." The car swerved and Raine cursed loudly. He and Deak gave each other a wide eyed look. Great. They thought I was a total slut. 

"Well? Have you?" Deak asked with a rasp to his voice.

"No! God, no. It was just a silly fantasy."

"A hot fantasy," Deak responded.

"Really hot," Raine agreed.

"Wait. Have you guys?" I let the question hang.

"Yep."

"Oh yeah." Came the responses. 

"With someone you knew or...like just a random guy?" I dug deeper.

"Guy?" Raine asked with his brow creased.

"Wait. Aren't you...you guys are gay aren't you?" They both looked at each other again, then back to me.

"Well..." Deak started, then stopped. "I'm bi," he finished after a beat. Bi? As in guys 'and' girls? My pulse started thrumming hard and heavy. Bi? Deak said 'he' was. Not Raine? Did Raine still participate?

"So you pick up girls?" I blurted.

"Yeah," Deak shrugged. "We've shared just about all of them." He sounded so casual about it. Like it was an everyday occurrence. Then his words hit me. It 'was' normal for them. 

"Shared?" Damn, my stupid curiosity. I was rudely digging into their lives. 

"Yeah. We haven't for a few months, now," Deak explained and glanced at Raine, who was looking pensively out the window. 

We pulled up to a parking guard and Deak paid. "The zoo?" I smiled. 

"Yeah, you haven't been here have you?" Deak asked. I shook my head. "Good. It's pretty cool."

We all piled out and headed toward the entrance. Deak took my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Raine stayed a couple of steps back and remained quiet. Deak glanced back at him and frowned slightly. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. A dazzling smile took its place. Raine didn't say much for the remainder of our outing.

Deak 2

Raine was distant the rest of the day. I didn't pretend not to know why. Tyler was incredible. I laughed harder than I had in years. From the howler monkey impressions, to voicing the animals' thoughts it was a blast. I even caught my moody friend- lover? - smiling a few times. Tyler was perfect. Beautiful, sweet, smart, funny. More than a few times I found myself having to adjust because of her sexy smile, or eyes, or voice, or humor. Fuck there was a thousand reasons. And she fucking played? Well enough to be a studio musician? Fucking perfect. And she was totally oblivious to how fucking sexy she really was. Sure she knew how to turn on the charm and all, but as far as her natural sex appeal? Not a clue.

We walked the entire zoo, then had a quick dinner at Bogie's Deli, before taking Tyler back to her hotel. I walked her to the entrance. "Bye, Deak. Thanks for a great time today. And tell Raine...thanks too."

"Sure thing, doll," I said quietly and ran a finger down her cheek. She shivered a little and my lips twitched. Oh yeah. The attraction was mutual. Her head tilted up and her lips parted. Solid invite for a kiss if I ever saw one. But not tonight. I was going to leave her guessing.

"Bye, sweetheart," I said softly. She blinked at me in surprise as I turned back to the car.

When it was just Raine and me in the car again, I broached the cause of his emotional shut down. "It wouldn't have bothered me, ya know?"

"What wouldn't have?" He was playing dumb. Now, 'that' could piss me off. 

"Don't act stupid. You know what? You could've said you weren't bi or gay."

"It would've bothered me," he said softly. I reached over and squeezed his shoulder. "I'm not like you, Deak. I never thought...fuck."

"Never thought?"

"I'm not fucking gay, Deak!" He spat.

I physically flinched. "Neither am I," I said softly. 

"Whatever, Deacon. You fuck men, therefore you are gay," he snapped. I knew he was saying all of this out of confusion and anger, but it still fucking hurt.

"Oh. Excuse me, oh holy one. Was that or was that not 'your' cock in my mouth last night? Did you or did you not sleep with me in your bed? It's okay to fucking blow your load in my mouth, but it's not okay to admit you're fucking attracted to me?"

"I..."

"Just, save it, Raine," I hissed. 

"Deak..."

"No! Fuck you! Keep your holier than thou bullshit. It's gonna tear you apart. But what do I know, I'm just a fucking faggot, right?" I said icily. He was silent the rest of the way home. When we got there, I made a quick escape from the car and bolted to the door.

"DEACON!" Raine called. I heard his heavy footsteps coming up quick behind me. Before I got the door unlocked, his body heat was against my back. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this, Deak." 

I sighed and put my forehead against the cool wood of the door. I felt Raine's lips at my nape. "I don't think that about you. You know that. I've never used that word," he said between light pecks. My body shuddered.

"I know. And I know how hard it is to accept. Fuck it took me eighteen years," I swallowed thickly. Raine reached around me and opened the door. He pushed me inside and up against the wall. 

His fingers went to my belt and started undoing it. "What? What are you doing?"

"Something I should've done months ago," he murmured against my neck. His fingers released my button and lowered my zipper, while his tongue tasted the skin below my ear. He tugged my jeans down and followed them to the ground. He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it behind me. 

I looked down at him on his knees and almost came at the sight. His strong hand stroked up and down my cock. My breath hissed in through my teeth. Fire shot up my spine. "Holy shit," I panted.

"You like that?" He asked, while running his thumb over the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip. He rubbed it into my swollen cockhead. "I asked you a question, Deak. Do you like me stroking you?"

"Fuck. You know I do," I ground out. He smirked up at me and stroked one hand followed by the other up my shaft. I growled and pumped into his fist.

"That's what I like to hear," he said devilishly.

"Fucking suck it already, man," I gritted, impatiently. Instead of taking my cock in his mouth, he attacked my balls. Sucking one, then the other into the moist cavern. I about fell over when licked the space behind them. 

He stood abruptly and pushed me toward the couch. "Take your jeans off, lay down and don't fucking move," he commanded before he walked to his bedroom. I obeyed and watched as he came back with...

Sweet baby Jesus, have mercy. He crawled over me and kissed me roughly. "You taste so fucking good," he growled. My heart was thumping wildly. My cock was straining to get closer. "Take off this shirt."

I lifted and did as he said. He moved down my body. My breath was erratic and heavy. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, then down the bottom to my sac. He pushed my legs up and kept moving his tongue until he rimmed my back hole. 

"Oh fuck," I huffed out. His tongue entered me and my thought process shut down. I was pure sensation. His tongue fucked in and out of me with quick ease. My cock swelled painfully.

He retreated and ran his tongue back down the path he'd made before. 

His mouth sucked the head of my dick and the world disappeared. There was only this man and what he was doing with his mouth. He took me deeper and began sucking in earnest. He paused long enough to lube two of his fingers with the bottle he brought from the bedroom. Little zaps of pleasure shot through my balls. "Fuck. I'm close."

He pulled away from my dick. "Don't you dare fucking come, yet." He gently eased his fingers into my anus and twisted until he found my prostate. He took me deep back into his mouth and pressed against that magic spot. 

"Fuck. Can't. Stop. Fffuuuccckkk." My orgasm ripped through my balls filling Raine's mouth with stream after stream. I watched as some leaked out of the corner. Fuck, just the sight had me releasing more. His throat worked quickly to swallow as much as he could. When he'd wrung every drop from me, he lifted himself and walked to the kitchen. The sound of the sink running assaulted my ears. A few minutes later, he was back with a rag. He wiped me clean and lay down beside me. The tenderness of it caused my gut to clench. 

"I thought you never gave head before," I said lightly, before my emotions got the best of me. 

A soft laugh whispered across my cheek. "I haven't. I just know what I like," he responded and place a kiss on my temple. Fuck. I was so fucking screwed. At least before I didn't know how it could be. Now, if he decided he couldn't do this, it would break me. 

"Hey, Deak?" 

"Hmm?"

"About Tyler..."

"What about her?"

"I want her."

"For yourself?" 

"No. For us." Us. God that sounded nice.

"Me too," I told him honestly. 

"How're we gonna get her?" 

"Well, not by being a broody asshole," I teased. 

"Yeah. Okay. Not my finest moment," he agreed lightly.

"Nope that was about five minutes ago," I deadpanned. Raine snorted a laugh and moved over me. He placed a light kiss on my lips. 

"I'm serious. How do we go about this, now that..." He moved his hand from my chest to his. 

I moved some of the hair that had fallen free from his ponytail out of his face. "The same way we always have." He gave a sharp nod and lay back to my side.

Raine 2 

Deak's breathing had turned even and his body was lax. I carefully moved over him to get off the couch. I stopped and stared for a moment. He was breathtaking. Strong jaw, soft full lips, deep set eyes. I ran my finger over his bottom lip and moved off of the couch. 

This night was...intense. Fuck, everything I experienced, at least sexually, with Deak was intense. Part of me knew, I was falling. For my best friend. A guy. A bigger part denied that it could be happening. No way was 'I', Raine fucking Ross, in love with a dude. 

I picked up my phone and punched number three on my speed dial. 

"Ross the boss, what's up, bro?"

"Hey. You free?"

"Um...JEN, BABY! RAINE NEEDS TO TALK. YOU GOOD HERE?...yeah it's good."

"Cool. Brookhaven in twenty?"




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink Raine and Deak



"I'm there, bro."

"So what's up?" Ben asked as he took a swig of beer.

"Deak and I spent the day with Tyler Eason.. She asked if I was gay," I answered without anecdote. 

Ben sputtered into his beer bottle. "And?" He asked.

"And...I may have shut down a little," I sighed. "I don't know, man. It's one thing to try to figure this shit out 'privately', it's another when someone just come right out and asks. It's like if I say it...I fall into this prejudice...and that's not me. Fuck, man, I'm not this guy."

"The only person being prejudice here is you, man. Your own prejudices are fuckin' with your head," Ben explained. 

"I don't know, man. Just when Tyler asked, it threw me off. I mean I had to do something to make her think that, right?"

"Look, and I mean this in the best way possible, you and Deak have always been close. Like, really close. We knew why, because we knew you guys. Y'all knew each other for twenty five years. You gotta bond most people will never have in their lives," Ben sighed and continued. "Bro, we should all be so lucky. You guys, y'all complete each other. There's a love there, man. And before you try to get all macho and shit, hear me out," he said, cutting off my denial. "I'm not talkin' lustful love. I'm talkin' best friend kinda love. People see that, man. Tyler saw that. And now with the other stuff, its just there, man. I don't judge, bro. The others wouldn't judge. And fuck the people in the world that do. If y'all find somethin' that fuckin' makes you happy, shit, grab hold of that shit, yeah?" 

"Yeah," I exhaled. He was right. But saying was easier than doing. 

"Now...what the hell y'all doin' with Tyler?" Ben asked. "Little girl grew up. A lot. All that fuckin' ink. And she rides."

"I know. Hot, right? She plays guitar too." 

"Bro. I love my wife, but good Goddamn. Jesus," Ben groaned. "I need to get laid." He dropped his head to the table.

"What's the doctor say?" I asked, trying to contain my laughter.

"She goes tomorrow. He better say that pussy is open for business. It's been almost three months. Three fucking months," he whined. Yep. Whined. "Her mouth, you know, it's fucking fantastic, but I need to fuck her, man. Like for three days straight."

"Oh yeah. I know her mouth well," I ribbed. 

"Hey! Watch it, asshat!" Ben warned with a smile.

"Hey I'm just thankful she's so loud, otherwise, I'd slept through it," I laughed.

"Can I ask you something? Don't get pissed," Ben said seriously. I motioned for him to go ahead. "You ever, um, had those kind of feeling for...?"

"Are you asking if I ever wanted to fuck you, Benji?" Oh I was gonna make him pay for this.

"Well, have you?" 

"You know you're pretty hot, Ben. How could I not?" I said as seriously as I could and leaned toward him.

"Oh. Um..."

"What ya say, you come back with me and I'll make you forget your dry spell?"

"Dude, um..." Ben leaned away. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started laughing hysterically. "Dude, you're an asshole."

"You should've seen your face! No, man. Sorry, but hell no. I've never felt this way before ever."

Ben actually looked affronted. "Well, why not? You said it. I'm hot. Good in the sack. My dick's bigger than, Deak's."

"You're fucking with me right now, right?" I inquired, a little shocked.

"Yeah. I'm fuckin' with you," he laughed. "Well, for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Hey, I'm a guy. Like to be told I'm hot," he smiled.

"You're such an asshat," I muttered. Ben just laughed.

"Hey," Deak said, voice thick with sleep. He blinked up at me from his bed. 

"Hey," I whispered back.

"Where'd you go? I woke up and you were gone," he frowned. 

"Had a few beers with Ben. Didn't want to wake you up," I responded. Deak nodded and reached out for me. I hesitated a moment, then Ben's advice came to me. 'If y'all find somethin' that fuckin' makes you happy, shit, grab hold of that shit, yeah?' He was right. I knew that whatever this was. It wasn't just a fluke or curiosity. This shit between us wasn't going to just go away. I needed to embrace that. For my own sanity and Deak's happiness, which was more important to me than I realized.

I let myself go into his arms and kissed him with all of the emotion I couldn't express verbally. I allowed myself to get lost in the feel of him surging into my mouth. In the taste of him. When oxygen became harder to come by, we slowed and lightened the kiss and finally broke apart.

"I'm ready to give this a real go," I said softly, tracing the scar on Deak's forehead. A scar I had given him when we were twelve. We'd gotten into a fight over Naomi Logan. Those were the days before we shared. Deak's ocean eyes smiled up at me. "I may not always do this right, and I may freak the fuck out from time to time, but I want...I want to be with you. And," I took a deep breath, "I'm ready to let everyone else know."

Deak raised his head and kissed me hard. "Remind me to get Ben a vacation or a house or something," he said against my lips.

"Why?" I asked, trying to recapture his mouth with frantic movements. 

"Because he finally got you to pull your head out of your ass," he chuckled.

"Would you rather my head be in your ass," I teased, salaciously.

"Oh fuck," Deak hissed. "Yeah. I want that, but.."

"But what?" I goaded while kissing my way down his body.

"Shit," he squirmed under me. "In case you haven't noticed, your cock is fucking huge." I grinned against his stomach. "We're, um, we're gonna have to work our way up to that, babe."

My head swum when he called me that. I'm not sure why, but I liked it. "Say it again," I demanded. 

"What? Your cock is huge?" He laughed. 

"No."

"Babe?"

"Yes. Again."

"Babe." 

"Gonna suck you now," I said before I closed my lips around his cock. Yeah, I was getting pretty used to this thing.

Tyler 2

My phone beeped with a new text. It was from Deacon. 

'Going to karaoke tonite w/ group. Wanna come?'

'Yes.' 

'Sweet. Caddie's. Forty five. See ya.'

I walked into the little bar and looked around. A silly blonde was singing Reba badly. "Hey, beautiful," a deep, melodic voice said against my ear. I started and spun. Beautiful dark brown eyes smiled down at me. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." Jesus. Why did my voice sound so breathy? 

Raine's eyes held a great deal of amusement, so I knew he hadn't missed the tone. "Come on. People to see," he said, leading me to a table. He placed his hand at the small of my back and I swear my skin caught fire there. 

"There she is," Deak called as we got to the table. He stood and wrapped me in a longer than friendly hug. I became very aware of my breasts crushed against him and the scent of his aftershave. I had to consciously stop myself from burying my nose in his neck and inhaling.

When he released me, he turned me to the table. "Okay. You know most of these people. The curvy, sexalicious brunette there is, Jen. Ben's wife. The adorable little thing is Anya. That's Jack's fiancée. You remember Kyle? And that's Anya's brother Alex. Guys, this is Tyler Eason. She went to school with us."

"Nice to meet y'all," I called. 

Jen scooted over and patted the seat next to her. "I don't bite. Unless you're into that," she giggled. I chuckled and sat next to her. "So glad to have more estrogen in this group," she said slyly. 

"I don't know how good I'll be at that," I replied. "More of the tomboy type, ya know?"

"Still better than them," she waved her hand haphazardly at the guys.

"So? Tyler? What do you do?" Anya asked.

"Studio guitarist," I answered. "You?"

"No shit? That's awesome!" She yelled. I had to laugh.

Warm breath hit my cheek, "Anya is a singer. Damn good singer," Raine whispered in my ear. My heart sped. I glanced at him, but he'd already pulled back. 

"I'm a nurse. I just sing karaoke for fun," she pursed her lips into an adorable expression, "or if Raine feels the need to embarrass me in front of hundreds of people." She narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to bust up laughing.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart, the crowd loved it," he told her when he finally stopped laughing.

"I almost barfed," she huffed. 

"Nah, you were fine," Deak chimed in.

"Yeah, firecracker, you broke my heart," Jack told her and her face softened as she looked up at him. They stole a kiss and I looked away. I felt like I was intruding on a personal moment.

"Do you sing, Tyler?" Jen asked.

"I'm okay. Not lead material, but I can carry a tune and keep my voice from falling flat," I told her.

"I sound like a dying cat. So if you don't break glass you're a good singer to me," Jen laughed.

"So if you know you're that bad, why do you insist on singing in the shower?" Ben called to his wife. 

"Shut up, you," Jen warned.

"Tyler! I'm putting your name in the list!" Jack bellowed.

"I 'will' kick you in the nuts, Jackson Campbell!" I screeched.

"Ah. Promises. Promises," he scoffed and stood up.

"Mother fucker!" I growled and dove after him. "Jack!" I scrambled toward him. He dodged me until we got to the emcee, where I jumped on his back like a ninja spider monkey. 

"Hey. This is Tyler she's gonna sing," he told the guy as if I wasn't hanging off his back, screeching. 

The emcee laughed. "What's she gonna sing?"

"What you gonna sing, crazy person?" Jack asked. 

"Nothing!" I yelled. And smacked his head.

"I'm thinking 'Crazy Bitch'," Jack said. "Ooh! I got it! 'I Touch Myself' by the Divinyls!" He crowed gleefully.

"Oh my God. You ass." I hopped down and smacked him. Hard.

"Ow," he he said rubbing his shoulder.

The emcee turned on his mic. "And now. Tyler singing..." He started laughing. "The Divinyls." 

I shook my head and sighed. I looked back at my table. Every person was in tears. Nice. Oh well, if I had to sing this shit, I was gonna have some fun with it. 

The song started and I waited for my cue.

"I love myself. I want you to love me. When I'm down, I want you above me..." I started running my hand down my front. And sang the next lyrics. I rolled my hips and wiggled my ass. When I got to the lyric "I get down on my knees I do anything for you..." I fell to my knees. I went through the rest of the song crawling around and actin like a crazy nympho. When I was done I stood up and bowed dramatically. 

I made way back to the table. "Um. What the hell?" Ben asked. 

"I decided if Jack put me down for that stupid ass song, I was gonna have fun with it. Did I sound okay?"

Deak snorted a laugh. "No one was listening to you sing, doll."

"Good. That was the goal," I laughed.

"That was sexy as sin," Raine said quietly against my ear. He traded a look with Deak. "You play pool?" My brain wasn't working right, all I could manage was a nod. I took a sip of my DiSarrono sour.

The three of us stood and walked to the small room with the pool tables. Deak set it up. Singing had me reminiscing.

"Do y'all still write?" I remembered some of their more colorful songs in school, like "You're Momma's So Fat". I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

"We do. What's funny?" Raine cocked his eyebrow. The move was so sexy.

"I was just remembering the songs you guys did when you were twelve," I laughed out.

"Oh, Jesus. We sucked," Deak chuckled. "What was that one? 'Ode to P.E. Hotties'?"

"No. No. 'Hole in the Girl's Locker Room'," Raine corrected. "It was 'Ode to Short Cheer Skirts.'"

"You guys were such horndogs," I smiled, then frowned. I always wanted Deak or Jack or Ben to notice me. Raine, he was always sweet, quiet, but admittedly a little awkwardly lanky and strange. He certainly wasn't anymore.

"What's that look for?" Raine creased his brows. "I mean, we were only twelve. Life was girls and music."

"Oh no, I was just thinking about middle school. High school, too, I guess. I didn't fit in. It was rough, ya know?" I explained ruefully.

"I didn't fit in either, babe," Raine said with a kindred smile. "I was an awkward kid from the wrong side of the tracks."

"Yeah. And I was a fat, tomboy stuck in the friend zone," I said sheepishly.

"Friend zone?" Deak echoed. "With who? You were crushin' on Campbell weren't you? Everybody did."

"Nope, not Jack," I smiled and blushed.

"Dude, you slow ass. She means you," Raine stated and smacked Deak's arm.

"Me?" Deak twisted his lips. "Well, I was a dumbass kid."

"Nah. You were all about Naomi Logan. She was the only seventh grader with boobs," I reminisced. I was so jealous I'd started stuffing the next day.

"Well, Naomi Logan ended up a slut. So, yeah I was an idiot," Deak maintained.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Moore," I deadpanned.

"Not flattery, doll. You have to know you're fucking gorgeous, right?" He smiled salaciously. Oh God, I felt it in my lady parts, for sure. 

"Totally," Raine agreed with a predatory gleam. Jesus, it was getting hot.

"Whatever, you guys are blind," I argued, breathlessly. What was wrong with me? I was not a girl to get all giddy and silly about a guy. Guys. Two of them. Looking at 'me' like I was dinner. Oh, damn.

"I see just fine, darlin'," Raine said in a low, husky tone. Oh. My. God. 

"I second that," Deak said just as sexily. "You got it goin' on, sugar."

"Drinks?" A waitress cut in.

"DiSarrono sour," I squeaked. She gave me a scowl. What was that about?

"Raine?" she beamed and bent low to put her order pad down. I bristled and scowled back.

"Landshark. Thanks, Allie," Raine gave that damn panty-soaking smile. She smiled wider.

"Deak? Blue Moon?" she said in a flirtatious tone. I felt like growling at her. Deak nodded.

"Thank you," I snapped. She turned a plastic smile to me and sashayed off. "Oh my God. You totally slept with her!" I said louder than I meant to Raine. He blushed. 

"Maybe," he muttered. I don't know why I was felling a possessive jealousy. 

"Hey. He did too," he pointed at Deak petulantly. I gaped. 

"Both of you?"

"Well, yeah," Deak shrugged.

"At the same time?" Suddenly jealousy morphed into instant arousal. 

They noticed. "Does that turn you on, Tyler?" Raine asked in his low seductive timbre. My face heated and an ache started building low. "I think it does. Two men, working for your pleasure. Two mouths, four hands, two cocks." My mouth went dry at the word. I inhaled deeply to gain control. "All for you, Tyler. It makes you hot doesn't it?" I heard Deak's gasp and turned to see him grab his crotch to adjust. Fuck, it was hot.

"Yes," I whispered, looking in Deak's eyes. He leaned in. As though drawn by a magnetic force, I leaned in, too. When I felt his breath on my lips I whimpered. It was Raine's turn to gasp. I glanced at him and noticed his half hooded eyes. He was turned on by the thought of me kissing Deak. Somehow that made me more aroused. Ready to oblige him, I pressed my lips to Deak's. 

"God, that's fucking sexy," Raine whispered. Deak licked the seam of my lips. I opened, tentatively, to him. He licked slowly into my mouth. "Fuck," Raine said, closer than he was before. Deak moaned into me. The feel of his tongue sliding across mine was heaven. 

Too soon he pulled back. "Kiss him," he demanded and nodded to Raine. My mouth opened in shock. What would people think if I kissed Raine right now? I looked uncertainly at Raine.

He scowled at Deak, then turned to me and softened. "You don't have to, sweetheart. I won't be offended." He looked at Deak again, "We're in public, man."

"Sorry," Deak said sheepishly.

"It's not that I don't want to," I said by way of apology to Raine.

"It's okay, darlin'. I'll taste those lips soon enough," he said with wicked promise. I nodded dumbly. Raine smacked Deak's head. Holy crap. Did I just agree to a ménage? Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Did I really want this? I looked at the two men. Yes, yes I did. 

Deak 3

My lips still tingled from that kiss. We'd finished our game and moved back to the table. Raine and I were sitting against the wall, while Tyler was sandwiched between Anya and Jen. The girls had taken to her. I was really happy about that. She seemed to bounce back from my little trip to lustville; I don't know why I asked her to kiss Raine. In public. After she'd just kissed me. I'm not ashamed of my sexual 'deviancy', but a lot of people would look down on her for that. I just needed Raine to know, and Tyler, too, he was a part of this. Whatever 'this' was. I wasn't doing this without him.

I felt his breath at my ear and wanted to turn and take his mouth. He lightly nuzzled my ear. "That was so sexy," he said quietly. I pulled back and looked in his eyes. They had the gleam they got when he was ready to fuck. "I kept thinking what that would look like from my knees," he said lasciviously.

"I 'do' need to be able to function tonight, asshole," my voice came out husky. Raine just smirked. Asshole. 

"Oh I think you're functioning just fine" he said with that same smirk and discreetly squeezed my rock hard dick. It pulsed and twitched. 

"Oh?" I said roughly.

"Mmhmmm," he said and snuck a quick kiss to my ear. He turned back to talk to Alex. I turned and saw Jack gaping at me. Okay. So the kiss wasn't that sneaky. I smiled tightly at him and shrugged. He mouthed 'What the fuck', but just waved him off.

"Raine. Come on, man," Glen called out. What? Raine didn't sing karaoke. From the look on his face, he was as surprised as me. I looked at the girls and they were snickering. 

"You little she-devils," I grinned.

"Only fair," Tyler smiled back. 

Raine took his spot at the mic. "Hey! How are we tonight?" His natural frontman personality surged forward. The crowd clapped and whistled. "That bad, huh?" He teased. "I'm gonna do a song for an old friend. She's here tonight." The crowd cheered again. 'Centerfold' by J. Geills started, and the whole table laughed. Tyler blushed a little, then started singing and bobbing in her seat. It was...cute. Yeah. Tattooed, blunt, sexy as sin, Tyler was cute as hell in that moment. Raine finished his song and came back to the table, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good job!" Tyler squealed and hugged him. Raine ducked his head. Weird. "I gotta piss like a race horse," Tyler announced and bound toward the restrooms.

"She's awesome!" Jen said to us. 

"Yeah. We think so, too," I agreed with a smile. Jen was amazing. At one time I'm pretty sure Raine was pretty smitten with the lovely Mrs. Allen, but alas, Ben removed his head from the sand and went after her.

I looked toward the restrooms and spotted Tyler. And Allie. Allie was saying something and Tyler's face fell. She glanced at us and turned toward the door. She was leaving. What did Allie say? Fuck. I moved to stand, but couldn't get out. Raine looked up from his seat at me. "What's wrong?" He whispered.

"Tyler just left. Allie said something to her," I said just a quietly. 

"Fuck," he hissed. "Call her." I gave a nod and crawled out of the booth. Raine hot on my heels.

Tyler didn't answer her phone, but she was on a bike. After forty five minutes she hadn't responded to the text I sent her. Allie played innocent and dumb. After an hour I was pissed at both of them. Tyler shouldn't have run off and Allie should shut the fuck up. "No word?" Raine asked after saying goodbye to everyone.

"Nope," I spat. 

"Why don't we just go to her hotel?" He said pensively.

"It's late," I huffed.

"Not too late," he mused. "It's only ten forty five, now." Hmm. True. We usually left earlier now that Ben had kids. 

"Okay," I agreed sharply.

"You gonna be a dick to her?" Raine twisted his soft lips. 

"Maybe," I scowled.

"Not gonna work," he smirked. "I can deal with your asshole ways, Tyler probably not so much."

"You can deal with my asshole, huh?" I teased.

"There it is," he smiled. 




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink



"Come on, girl, smile," Raine said and put his arm on the booth behind me. I looked up and gave the worst fake smile ever. "That was...yeah. That was hideous," he chuckled. That got a real smile. Small, but real. "There she is," he brushed my cheek. 

Raine was such a sweetheart. I wondered sometimes if he was gay. I didn't see him pick up girls, and he rarely talked about dating, but when I asked Jack he just shook his head and laughed. 

'No. Definitely not gay. Just doesn't share that shit with everybody.' Jack had said. 

"You wanna another beer, doll?" Deak asked. I nodded. Deak was different from Raine. Still sweet, but less flirtatiously so. I liked them both, they blended seamlessly into our close knit circle of friends.

Deak brought me back a beer and took his seat across from me. He looked at me quizzically, then shook his head.

"What?" I asked rubbing my face and nose. I mean usually that look means you've got a clinger or a smudge.

"He's a fucking idiot," Deak said and shook his head again. Huh?

"Told you, man," Raine chimed in. "We're fucking surrounded."

"What?" I asked again.

"Nothin', sweetheart," Raine answered. "Hey, Jack!" Jack looked up at Raine. "We're doing an Independence Day cookout, y'all game?" Jack nodded and went back to his PG13 make out session with Anya. 

"Kyle, you?" Deak asked.

"Sure, man," he smiled and continued flirting with the redhead he'd talked to earlier in the night.

"How about you, doll?" Deak asked and they both looked at me expectantly. 

Ben would be there. It was his house, too. I hadn't seen or talked to him since that night, and the fact that he skipped out tonight, was a pretty obvious sign things were back to the way they were before. Tolerable avoidance. My little jealousy spell was a fluke. 

Ben was a great guy. Funny, smart, tender, but his lifestyle alone knocked him out of the serious stack. I had been raised with a man like him. A rebel, a work hard, play harder, make your own rules guy. My dad. And he let me down at every turn. They could be charming. Loving. But, when it was do or die time, they weren't the types to stick around.

"Sure. Why not?" I told Deak.

"Great," he smiled.

There were at least thirty people at the house when we pulled in. Kyle rode with me to the cookout, forcing me to be the DD. It was ok though, I wasn't really in a drinking mood.

"Hey, doll," Deak called and pulled me into a hard hug. "Kyle. Man, glad y'all could come. Burgers will be done shortly, beer in the coolers, volleyball in the front, there," he motioned to the yard, "and water tag in the back."

"Thank you," I said and looked around. Oh hot damn. Ben was coming from the backyard. His plain white t-shirt was soaked, clinging to his perfectly chiseled torso. His dark hair was plastered to his face in a sexy, wet man way. His light green eyes danced with amusement. He stopped outside of the gate to talk to an older gentleman. His smile, my God, it was beautiful.

Then, my stomach fell to the ground and my chest ached. The blonde, from the bar that night, walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. He slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. The old man said something that caused Ben to throw his head back and laugh. He was...happy. They looked good together. Tears stung my eyes and I turned to walk back to my car.

I ran right into Raine. "'Scuse me," I mumbled to the ground and moved to continue my escape. I wasn't fast enough. Raine grabbed my hand.

"You ok, sweetheart?" He asked ducking down to look at my face. I gave a nod and tried to pull away. "What's wrong?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"Nothing," I lied. "Just a bad day." Not a lie. "Can you tell Kyle I went home, and to catch a ride with Jack and Anya?"

"Oh hell," he muttered and pulled me close. "He's a moron, sweetheart." He wrapped me in a hug and and swayed me slowly. 

"I shouldn't have come," I murmured to Raine. "I'm just gonna go. Thanks for inviting me, though," I pulled away and gave a small smile. 

"You don't have to leave, Jen," Raine stated. I hated, but also perversely appreciated, the pity I saw on his face.

"I really should," I said walking away. 

"Jen! Wait!" Raine shouted and pulled me back in for another bear hug. "Be careful, ok?" He whispered close to my ear, then looked off toward the yard.

I nodded and got to my car. I made it half way home before the tears started falling.

"Ben, sweetie? You alright?" Heather asked me. Was I alright? My eyes went back to where Raine was wrapped around Jen. No. No I was not. She pulled away and smiled at him. Fuck. She was walking to her car, but he pulled her back and hugged her in earnest. He leaned close to ear and whispered something. Motherfucker. He released her and she smiled again, got in her car and left. 

Raine turned to me, saw me staring and grinned. Fucking asshole. 

I glared at him and he walked back to where Kyle was standing with the new shop girl we'd hired.

"Yeah I'm good," I answered more shortly than meant to. Heather was a sweet girl. Very prim and proper. Banging little body. Dumb as a brick. She kissed my chest and smiled at me. Her eyes were the wrong shade of blue, her mouth the wrong shape, and her lips the wrong shade of pink. 

"I'm gonna go get a drink," she squeaked. I nodded and walked to where Raine was standing. 

"Hey, man," he greeted.

"What the hell are you pulling?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"That bullshit with Jen," I answered impatiently.

"What? She's hot. Single. Funny. Smart. Sweet." He shrugged. This motherfucker had a death wish.

"She's mine," I growled.

"Yours?" He scoffed and shook his head. "No, bro. Heather is yours. Jen's fair game. You're not even her 'friend'," he bit out and I flinched. "Oh? Yeah? Anya and I talk. I know what was said and bro, you're a dumbass. But hey, your loss, my gain." He shrugged again and walked away. Walked. The. Fuck. Away. Son of a bitch.

I didn't know why it pissed me off so much. Jen made it obvious that we would never be more than fuck buddies, and to be honest I didn't know if I wanted more from her. I knew I didn't like the thought of her with anyone else. Fuck this. I walked to my bike and took off to the one place I could get answers.

My tears were still falling when my doorbell rang. Dammit. I got up and checked the peephole. Fuuuucccckkk! What the hell was he doing here? Ben.

"Jen? I know you're standing there. Open the damn door," he called out.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. I made an instant decision and flipped the deadbolt. I pulled the door open, ducked my head and walked back to my couch. "What do you need?" I mumbled, looking at the floor. 

"We need to talk, Jen," he said more gently than I expected. Ben knelt in front of me and lifted my chin. He raised his eyebrows and used his thumb to wipe away a tear that had fallen free. "Why are you crying, sweetheart?" His tone was so tender it caused more tears to fall.

I shook my head and ducked my head back down. Ben moved beside me on the couch and pulled me to his lap. He stroked my hair, while my tears continued.

"Jen, babe, talk to me," he whispered. "What's going on?"

I could've lied and told him I was just having a bad day. I could have. I didn't. "I saw you and that girl," it sounded like an accusation.

"Yeah?" He furrowed his brow at me.

"You looked so happy," I let out a sigh, "it reminded me of everything I don't have," I finished lamely.

"What don't you have?" 

"What Anya and Jack have. What you and that girl have. A companion. A friend. A lover. Someone to be those things," I looked at a frayed spot on my couch and shrugged. Ben was quiet so I continued. "I'm not a slut, ya know? I've tried dating guys, but they always break my heart, and that just hurts too damn much. But seeing you today," I shook my head and chanced a look at his face. I didn't get a good one, because as soon as my head was lifted his mouth was on mine.

Ben turned me to face him causing me to straddle his hips. He held both of my cheeks and deepened his kiss. It 'was' his. He controlled every moment of it. He licked between my upper lip and my teeth and sucked my lip into his mouth. The erotic sensation made me whimper and pull his head closer. I started rocking my hips on his groin and his answering moan caused my nipples to tighten painfully.

He lightened the kiss and started gently running his fingers up and down my spine. "Jen?" He whispered against my lips, "what are we doin', baby?"

What? My lust fogged brain wanted me to scream 'duh', but somehow the coherent part knew his question was deeper than that. He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. "You tell me," I replied breathlessly.

"I want you. I don't wanna share you," he said. "Maybe we could try...ya know...being together?"

We could. He'd said try. I could try, right? Ben wasn't a deadbeat. He wasn't an alcoholic. He'd never hurt me physically. But, what if I fell for him. I could. I could totally fall for Ben, then when he got tired of me I'd be crushed. I wanted him. I'd wanted him for over a year. Fear of him leaving like my dad, that was holding me back. No more.

"We have to take it one day at a time, Ben," I said finally. "I promise, no one but you. But, I want the same promise and a promise that if its not working you tell me and cut me loose. I don't want to wait until one of us is in too deep. It hurts too much then."

"Yeah, baby. I can promise that," he cupped my cheek and kissed my nose. "Gotta get back to the party I'm hostin', babe," he said, running his thumb along my jaw. I moved to stand and walk him to the door. He stopped and kissed me again. 

"Ben?" I called when he crossed the threshold. "Please don't break my heart."

He turned and gave me a small smile, "Back at ya, baby."

Ben

Riding back to the house I felt lighter. Free. I wasn't sure where this would lead with Jen, but I wanted to find out. 

I had to take care of the situation with Heather, first. Shit. I pulled up to the house and got off my bike. 

She met me in the driveway. "Hey, you," she smiled, "where'd you go?"

Now I'm really not an asshole. At least not all of the time, and what I needed to say to Heather wasn't going to be easy, but I had already wasted a month of her life and mine wishing she was someone else. This was for the best. That's what I told myself.

"We need to talk, babe." I saw her smile drop and her eyes water. Shit, this was hard.

"What's going on, Ben?"

"You know we've had some good times together," I started. Tears fell from her eyes. I hated seeing women cry. "Babe, don't cry."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Her voice sounded so fucking broken. 

"Yeah." I wasn't going to lie to her. She deserved that much.

"It's that bitch from the bar? Isn't it?" I had never heard Heather curse. Damn. This was hard.

"She's not a bitch, Heather. But, yeah. It's about her."

"That's where you went." It was a statement. All I could manage was a single nod. I hated that I was doing this to her, but we can't help what we want, even when it's not easy. "You son of a bitch!" She screeched and attacked. Heather's crazy bitch came out. She was all finger nails and stiletto heels. Honestly! Who wears stilettos to a fucking cookout? 

She clawed at my face and kicked my shins. I instinctively covered my junk and tried to protect my eyes. She kept on coming at me. "You stupid bastard! How could you? You left me here to go fuck that fat ass?" Yep. That did it.

"HEATHER! FUCKIN' STOP!" I bellowed. I grabbed her wrists to stop the slaps. "Number one! I'm sorry I've hurt you! Ok? I didn't want this to go down like this, but this is the way it is. Number two, Jen is neither a bitch nor is she fat, so reel that shit in."

"You're fucking disgusting, Ben. Fucking worthless; you make me sick," Heather screeched and stormed off.

'You're worthless, Benjamin. Our marriage is a joke. It's over. I've been fucking Luke for the last year, but you're too stupid to realize. This isn't your baby!' Lana. Fuck. My bitch of an ex wife's words came rushing back. Jack and I packed our shit that week and left. I haven't looked back. Heather had said the words, but it was Lana's hissed voice I heard. I promised myself I would never let a woman back in. That bitch had put me through the meat grinder.

But here I was running head long back into the world of stupid. All for what? Great tits and a tight pussy. I was the world's biggest fucking idiot.

My phone rang a little after nine. The emotional turmoil of the day had taken its toll and I had dozed off. 

"Hello," I answered sleepily.

"Hi. Were you asleep?" Ben's gruff voice responded. The right amount of bass and rasp mixed perfectly to make a sexy combination. If I said I didn't feel the effects, I'd be lying.

"Yeah. I dozed off," I replied, more alert. 

"I probably shouldn't have woken you up. I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been a...weird day."

"Yeah it has."

"Yeah," his tone was sad.

"Hey. You ok?"

There was a pause. "No. Not really," he answered finally. My mind was reeling. Had he changed his mind? 

"Can I help?" I asked. I didn't know what else to say. This was uncharted territory for us. I didn't know how to be 'this' for Ben. I could tell he was hurting, and what scared me about that was that it hurt me. 

"Just talking to you is helping. I've missed talking to you."

Tears formed in my eyes and my throat tightened. I realized how much I had missed him at that moment. "Me too, so much."

"Baby, don't cry. We're gonna give this a shot, yeah?"

"I'm scared," well that's not what I wanted to say. Apparently my brain loses control with Ben. Yet another frightening realization.

"Me too, babe. But let's not think about that right now, ok? Let's talk about something else," I heard his smile. 

"Like what?"

"Like...why you're not naked right now?" He lowered his voice seductively.

"Ben!" I heard him chuckle. Oh, two can play his game. "How do you know I'm not?"

"Oh. I know. Why don't you fix that, babe?"

"You're serious right now? You want to have phone sex?" I asked and laughed. It felt good to laugh. I felt like I hadn't in so long.

"There she is," he murmured. It was so sexy. The pulse between my legs picked up. 

"You know, you could come over and actually see if I'm naked?"

Ben groaned loudly and I heard the springs of his bed. "No, baby. I just wanna hear you. And I wanna know it's me that makes you moan even if I'm not there." Ho-lee. Fuck. Hot. 

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered. I wasn't new to phone sex, but this was off the charts hot.

"I want you to take off your clothes and climb in your bed." 

"Ok." I quickly did as I was told. Just knowing he was thinking of me naked and touching myself was driving me nuts. "Ok. Now what?"

"Are you wet, baby?" He rasped. I ran a finger through my folds and felt the slickness there.

"God yes," I groaned. "What are you wearing?"

"Nothing," his low, sexy voice answered. My answering moan was loud and frustrated. God, he was beautiful naked. His ink highlighted his sculpted muscles. The V running from his narrow hips, to his delicious cock. His pierced, delicious cock. The trail of dark hair trailing from under his navel. His back would make painters and sculptors weep with joy. Down to his perfectly firm ass and toned thighs. Ben's body was a well oiled machine of muscle and power. When he moved the fluidity of his muscle contraction was the eighth wonder of the world, and when he was on top of me, every one of those muscles worked in perfect harmony.

"You like that thought, baby?" He chuckled. Yes. Fuck yes. Instead all I could muster was a whimper. "Mmm, that's a sexy sound."

"Ben," I whined. "Please. Tell me what to do."

"I want you to lick your finger and trail it over those perfect fucking nipples."

I did and my already pebbled nipples, turned painfully to granite. I moaned in response. I pictured Ben stroking his thick cock, while he told me how to touch myself. The mental image alone was almost enough to throw me over the edge. 

"Does it feel good?" He asked. 

"Mmhmmm," I whined out. 

"Your tits are fucking beautiful, you know. I want to squeeze them and rub them. Can you do that for me? Can you squeeze those beautiful tits for me?"

"Yes," I whispered and began kneading my breasts. "Ben, so good," I moaned out. 

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I wanna taste you. I want you to run your finger down the side of that tight little pussy and then taste yourself."

I was going to spontaneously combust before he let me come. I followed his orders. 

"Do you taste good? Tell me."

"Yes."

"I know you do, baby. I want you to rub your clit, Jennifer. But don't come, not yet." I obliged. Making light circular motions around my clit. 

I was so aroused it hurt. "God, Ben please?"

"Let go, baby," he said on a rough exhale. I move harder and faster and exploded into the stratosphere. "Fuuuuccckkk," I heard Ben growl out. The knowledge of his release and the picture of him getting himself there lead me to a second orgasm. I screamed out his name. 

I floated around in the stars for what seemed like hours. "You still there, baby?" I heard Ben laughing.

"Mmhmmm," I sighed. 

"Are you capable of speech?"

"Uh-uh," I smiled. Ben's warm chuckle made my smile turn into a full fledged grin. 

"Thank you, Jen," Ben said.

"Mmm. For what?" I said slightly sleepy and slurred.

"For making me feel better," he answered. My chest tightened. 'I' did that. Knowing I made him happier, even for a minute, made me happier. It was scary. 

"You never have to thank me for that, sweetie. Even when I was mad at you, I never wanted you unhappy." It was the truth. There was a pause.

"Goodnight, Jen. I'll call you in the morning?"

"You better," I teased. "Goodnight, Ben." I waited for him to hang up.

"Hang up, Jen," he laughed.

"You first."

"Night, babe." He said and then was gone. I slept soundly and dreamlessly that night.

Jen 3

I woke up feeling deliciously rested and...optimistic. I hadn't felt that in a long time. Ben and I were going to try the couple thing. I was still afraid, but I was also relieved. I hated him not speaking to me and being upset with me for so long. I missed laughing with him and getting his opinions on things. I decided to focus on the good of having Ben back in my life, not the scary. 

It was a long holiday weekend for the fourth, so I'd slept in. I saw I had missed a phone call from Ben and had a new message from him. 

'Call me when you wake up. At the shop today.'

I decided to shower first, then call. I called the shop phone instead of his cell; he usually kept it off at work.

"Forever Ink. What can I do for you?" The shop girl answered. What was her name? Barbie? Bambi? Bettie? Crap.

"Um hi. Is Ben available?" Billie? Brandi?

"Hold on a minute," she replied. Bethie? Barnacle? No, what the hell is her name? "He's busy at the moment, can I take a message?" Brandi? No I said that. 

"Yeah, tell him Jen called."

"Sure thing. Bye."

God, it was driving me crazy. 

I decided to give up my plight over shop girl's name and invite Anya to come lay out by the pool with me. She was game. An hour later we were baking ourselves in blissful peace. Well almost.

"God! This humidity is killer," Anya whined.

"Go jump in, dumbass." 

"No. I'm ok." My best friend was the most intelligent person I knew, but sometimes she baffled me.

"So did I tell you? Jack wants me to pierce my nipples."

"Really?" She nodded in response. "So are you?"

"I dunno. I mean I want to, but they take a while to heal and I don't want my girls to miss out on that much action. Ya know?"

"I think it'd be hot. If mine weren't already overly sensitized I'd do it," I offered. 




Rough Draft: Twisted Ink



"Yeah. I'll probably end up doing it, but I'm having fun letting him try to convince me." She gave a salacious grin and giggled. 

"Oh my God! Bitch! I'm totally living vicariously through you from now on," I laughed and threw my towel at her. 

"Oh what'ever'! Like 'you' need to live vicariously through anyone!" She threw my towel back at me. "Miss Phone-book-full-of-guys-on-standby." 

"Um, yeah not anymore." I decided there was no time like the present to inform my BFF of my new endeavor.

"Huh?"

"Well...Ben and I are kind of, together."

"What! When? I thought you hated each other?" She screeched and sat up. "Ok bitch, tell me everything!" I proceeded to explain the events from the night of the two bar assholes to last night. She listened with her mouth hung open.

When I was finished, she asked, "Wait, what about his girlfriend? Heather? She was there yesterday." I hadn't even asked about her. What about her? Were they still together? Did he end it with her? Shit. Shit. Shit. I needed to ask, but I was afraid of his answer. But, no. He promised, only me. He wouldn't lie, right? He'd never lied to me before. Not that I knew of. 

"I'm assuming by your lack of response, either you don't know or she's still around," Anya broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know," I muttered. "He wouldn't...would he?"

"I don't know, Jen. Just ask him," Anya shrugged. "If he told you he wanted monogamy, he wouldn't lie. His ex wife cheated. He wouldn't do that to someone else." Wait. What? I knew he was divorced, but she cheated? How did I not know this?

"Cheated?" I repeated. 

"Yeah. With one of his and Jack's best friends. He didn't know. The guy got her pregnant and she told Ben she was leaving him to be with the other guy. That's why he and Jack moved. It apparently did a number on him." Oh poor Ben. In all of our conversations he never said anything to me about that. But then, he must've been humiliated. To not know. To think she was pregnant with his child. Then have all of that ripped away. By your best friend. 

"Poor guy," I whispered.

"Yeah. Definitely," Anya agreed.

"What a cunt!" I seethed. That bitch ex of his better pray we never cross paths, I was pretty sure it would end in violence.

"Total cunt," Anya nodded sagely. We went silent and my mind reeled. Poor Ben. God, no wonder he acted like he did last year. And I yelled at him about it. Jesus, I was a bitch. 

I was lost in my thoughts for another hour. I was pretty sure Anya had dozed off. I tapped her so she would turn and heard my phone ring. I looked at the screen, it was Ben.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey. Sorry it took so long to call back. I was right in the middle of outlining a back piece when Brittany brought me the phone," he explained. Ha!

"Brittany! Ohmigod! Thank you!"

"Um, you're welcome? I think?" He sounded so adorably confused. 

"I couldn't remember her name! It was driving me up the wall!" I recounted dramatically.

Ben laughed. "Ok then. So what are you doing?"

"Laying out by the pool with Anya."

"Oh yeah? In a bikini?" He prodded. Right. Me? In a bikini? Please.

"Sweetie, girls like me do 'not' wear bikinis. Period. Anya, she pulls of the bikini. Me? I do one pieces or tankinis."

"What the fuck do you mean, 'girls like you'?" He sounded pissed.

"Darlin', I am under no delusions about my body. I'm not a skinny bitch. I got ass and titties enough for three skinny bitches," I told him. It was true. I was a size fourteen and I owned that shit. I wasn't then nor am I now ashamed of my body. But that doesn't mean I'm not a realist. Wear clothes that fit your body type, ladies. That's all.

"Baby. Your body is fucking perfect. All those beautiful curves, that juicy ass, those perfect tits. Damn, baby. I'm hard just thinking about you. You're a fucking wet dream, baby. Like a fifties pin-up model." Well, damn.

"Wet dream, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he sighed out. "So, anyways, Jack and I wanted to run a plan by you and Anya," he said with his sexy, deep, raspy voice.

"Ok?"

"Get a couple of rooms in Tunica for tonight, play a little, drink a little, stay in bed a lot..." he ended with a suggestive tone.

"I think that sounds great, but don't you have to work?"

"Nope. The perks of being the boss. Kyle's gonna work. So you're in?"

"Sure," I said.

"Ok. We'll pick you up at five."

"Ok."

"Bye, babe."

"Bye, Ben."

"Jennifer! Come on!" Anya bellowed. 

"Hurry up, Jen!" Jack yelled.

"Babe, let's go!" Ben called up to me.

Jesus. Patience is a virtue, people. 

"Coming!" I yelled down. I finished putting my earrings in and threw on my dress. I bolted down the stairs with my overnight bag and my purse.

"Oh my God! You are going to be late to your own funeral," Anya growled at me.

"Well, why would I care? I'll be dead," I retorted. Ben and Jack both busted up laughing. Anya just shook her head.

We climbed in Jack's truck. Ben surprised me by climbing in the back with me. I was putting on my seatbelt when he grabbed me and pulled me to the center seat. He threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side. 

"So? What's your game, babe?" Ben asked. 

"Hmm?"

"Ya know? Craps? Roulette? Slots?"

"Oh. Blackjack. Best odds. Most control," I answered.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. It's just you and the dealer. You know the dealer's moves. They're in the rules. So you just have to play smart," I explained.

"How'd you learn to play smart?" His tone was one of genuine interest. I thought maybe he was patronizing me, but his face showed the same interest his tone exhibited.

"My dad. He taught me most casino games, and betting on the horses," I shrugged. Hopefully that ended that conversation.

"That must've been cool. My dad is a Baptist minister, definitely didn't teach me to gamble. How to remember the first books of the bible, sure. Poker? Not so much," he laughed. A minister. I couldn't help the little bubble of disbelieving laughter that surfaced.

"What?" He asked with a sly grin.

"Your dad's a minister?"

"Yep. What? Did you think only heathen parents bore tattoo artists?" He teased. "Naw, really, though my folks are great. We're close, but we have different ideas about bonding. My dad's idea of father/son time was reading and dissecting the Beatitudes. Not cool shit, like learning to play poker."

"It's not as fun as it sounds," I muttered.

"Yeah? Why?" Again it was genuine curiosity.

"My dad didn't want to 'teach' unless he was drunk. Then he didn't explain things very well. So his lessons usually ended with him frustrated and calling me a dumbass and me in tears." Ben gave me an odd look and squeezed me tighter to him.

"I'm sorry, baby," he murmured in my hair.

"Nah don't be," I glanced at Anya. "It could have been worse." Anya's dad was an abusive bastard. My dad may have been verbally abusive at times, but I never had to doubt his love for me.

Ben 2

The most noticeable thing about our room was the gigantic shower that was surrounded by a glass wall. Ways to utilize the set up for voyeuristic fantasies rushed into my thoughts and I couldn't help my shit eating grin.

"What is that look for?" Jen asked and smirked at me. I gave a nod to the glass wall. "Uh-huh. Don't start planning your sexy times now, pervert. 'We' have to go meet our friends for dinner," she warned. It was sexy. 

I needed to touch her. Now. I took a step toward her, and she took a step back, smiling a sexy, catch-me-if-you-can smile. "You gonna try to run, baby?" I asked. She smirked and nodded. "You know I'll catch you. What will my reward be when I do?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she started undoing the buttons on the front of her sundress. Yeah. My mouth went dry. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She answered by throwing her head back and laughing. "We gotta go to dinner, remember?" She ripped the dress over her head. She stood there in her black bra and matching panties and gave me a come hither look that would give porn stars a run for their money. 

I advanced on her again, and again, she took a step back. She reached back and unhooked her bra, sliding it down to drop on the floor. Her perfect, heavy tits swayed with her breathing. "Do you want to taste me, Ben?" I was incapable of speech, so I just nodded. I'm sure I looked like a psycho with my eyes wide and unblinking. My expression a cross between pain and absolute need. "Well then? What the fuck are you waiting for?" She didn't need to ask me twice. I barreled into her and tossed her on the bed. I ripped my shirt off and descended on her. I latched on to her tit like a fat kid to cake.

I was probably being too rough, but after her performance who could blame me? I sucked on one nipple and kneaded the other breast. She pulled my head tighter to her, moaning and writhing underneath me. "Fuck. Ben, yes!" She cried out. I smiled around her nipple and switched sides. "Oh God! Harder," she gasped. "Harder, Ben, please." My girl wanted rough? I'd give it to her rough. I sucked until my cheeks hurt. I was aware of Jen rubbing her pussy on my thigh. "Ben, please," she whimpered.

"Shh. I fuckin' got you, baby," I said moving up to claim her lips. I moved one hand down into her panties. Jesus, she was fucking wet. I pushed two fingers inside of her sweet, tight pussy and used my thumb to work her clit. She let out a keening moan. I looked down at her face. Her lips were swollen, her blue eyes were unfocused, her beautiful flawless skin was flushed. She looked like a naughty angel. "Fucking perfect," I growled before taking her lips again. My tongue fucked her mouth while my fingers fucked her pussy. 

She whimpered into my mouth. It was so fucking sexy. "Is that good, angel?" She nodded, looking close to tears, but also like a woman chasing her pleasure. "Let go, sweetheart," I commanded, then placed kisses all over her beautiful face. 

I felt her walls contract and her body shudder. She gasped and then her breath stopped. Her whole body went tense and she shook underneath me. "Gorgeous," I murmured, guiding her through her orgasm. 

Her body relaxed and she took a deep breath in. I looked down at the beautiful woman underneath me. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and had the sweetest little shy smile I'd ever seen. I pushed her damp hair off of her forehead and lowered myself to kiss her. 

"You ok, angel?" I whispered. She looked up at me from under her lashes and gave me that shy smile again. I could stay here, touching and kissing this girl forever. Fuck me, I was already screwed. 

So I did the only thing I could, I kissed her again. 

Right about the time the kiss deepened and I was ready to bury myself so deep inside her I could feel her heartbeat, someone knocked on the door. "Fuck," I groaned. I got up and cracked the door open. Jack.

"Uh, y'all coming to eat? Or have you found a different delicacy to feast on?" He said with a knowing smirk.

"Fuck you," I said and offered the corresponding gesture.

"I know you want that, Benny, but seriously, it could never work between us," he shot back.

"Hardy fuckin' har, asshat. Give us a minute," I retorted. I shut the door and looked back. Jen was redressed and walking toward me.

"We'll finish this later, lover," she said in the sexiest fucking voice ever. She trailed her finger down my bare chest and kissed my pec. Yep, painfully hard. "Hurry up now," she smiled and walked into the hall. 

"Perfect fucking timing," I muttered, sarcastically to no one. 

At dinner Ben kept looking at me like he was a starving man and I was a porterhouse. It made me tingle, especially in the naughty bits. When I couldn't take anymore I grabbed his hand under the table and put it on my thigh. Maybe he'd get the hint.

He did. His hand slid under my dress and to dampness of my panties. His pinky lightly brushed back and forth. 

"Ben!" I heard someone call. All of us looked in the direction of the voice. A blonde girl with a killer body was walking toward us.

I felt Ben go still and his hand disappeared. I faintly heard Jack whisper, "Oh fuck." The woman was stunningly beautiful. She had almost ethereal eyes, pouty red lips and a long, lithe figure. She stopped next to our table and broke into a toothpaste commercial smile. Her clothes were, no doubt, designer, and her hair was perfectly styled. She was certainly higher class than me, and I considered myself fairly classy.

"Lana," Ben said. I could taste his tension. His whole body was rigid. 

"How are you?" The woman, Lana, said.

"Good. You?" Ben replied.

"I can't complain," she smiled. "Jackson," she greeted. I'd never heard anyone, but Anya call Jack by his full name.

"Lana," he sneered back. Ok. Jack didn't like this woman. Suddenly it clicked. This had to be the ex wife. Ben's tension, Jack's disdain? Oh shit. I didn't know what to expect but she wasn't it. Her eyes, Jesus, they were a light violet color. She was beautiful. What the hell was he doing with me? I wasn't ugly, but I didn't hold a candle to this woman. What did I do? Stay quiet, introduce myself, slap a ho? I decided silence was best.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friends, Benjamin?" Lana purred. Benjamin? What the hell? 

"Um, sure. Lana, Jack's girlfriend, Anya," he gestured to Anya.

"Nice to meet you," Lana greeted. 

"And this is my girlfriend, Jen," he put his arm around me. Ok. So, I didn't know if it was a jealousy tactic or what, but I could play along.

"Nice to meet you, Lana," I offered my hand. "And how do you know my Ben?" I asked with my sugary sweet act and beamed at Ben, when I said his name. Ben looked at me and his lips twitched. 

"I'm his ex wife," she frowned. I just nodded and beamed back at Ben like a lovesick teenager. He couldn't hide his amusement this time. I leaned up and lightly kissed him. He kissed me a second time and I turned my well practiced, fake smile on Lana. Who was openly glaring.

"So, Lana? What's brings you to our neck of the woods?" Anya asked to break the awkward silence.

"The company I work for is expanding. We're opening a distribution center in north Mississippi. I'm heading it up," she answered. 

"Oh?" Jack said. "Are you moving to the area?"

"Yes," she answered. "My mother is coming with the baby next week. We're moving to Olive Branch." Fuck. I didn't know how to feel about the beautiful ex wife moving close. 

Ben went still again. "What about Luke?" He asked quietly.

Lana's face fell. "Oh um, we didn't work out," she frowned. Shit. The 'single', beautiful ex wife.

"Imagine that," Ben said venomously and glared at her. Oh damn, elephant, you've been addressed. Shit. I had to do something. This situation was getting crazy tense.

"You've had a baby?" I asked. Lana snapped her head to me and nodded. "Wow!" I turned to Ben, forcing him to look at me. "Hot damn, baby, I hope 'I' look that good after," I said and gave him another school girl beam. His lips twitched again and he kissed my nose.

"Oh are you pregnant?" Lana asked and tried unsuccessfully to hide her devastation. Oh hell no, bitch. With that one look I saw it. Bitch wanted my man. 

"Me? Heavens no! Just, ya know, when we decide to," I beamed back at Ben and gave him a discrete wink. He kissed me again, this time hard, with a little tongue.

Lana cleared her throat. "Well, I'll let y'all get back to your dinner. Nice to meet you, ladies. Jackson. Ben, good to...good to see you." She whispered and stalked off. 

When she was out of earshot, Jack blasted a laugh and looked at me. "Jen! You are fucking awesome!" He laughed again.

"That 'was' pretty classic, bitch," Anya agreed. Ben was just staring at me. A cross between adoration and... Pain? Fear?

"Hey, I ain't skeert," I teased and tossed my hair. "Bitches be crazy if they think they can fuck with my man," I meant it as a joke, but it was true. I wanted to beat the bitch down. Ben was still just staring. Now it looked like he was putting together a puzzle. 

"I thought you might slap a ho," Anya said in her bad gangsta imitation.

"Yo, bitch. I can be civil. Doesn't mean I won't bust a cap in yo ass, but I can play nice," I retorted in my own bad imitation.

"Bitch, you cray-cray," Anya said, then giggled.

"Pshah, bitch, please," I turned from her and stuck my hand up. We both dissolved in a fit of giggles. 

"You're both nuts," Jack said shaking his head. 

"Sexy nuts, right?" Anya teased him. I looked back at Ben. He had that hungry look in his eyes again.

"Definitely sexy," he answered Anya's question without turning from me. He looked ready to attack me. Take me. Claim me. Devour me. And I wanted all if those things. My breath hitched and my pulse sped up. 

Ben leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I want that pussy. Right. The. Fuck. Now." I pulled back with a deer in the headlights look and nodded. He turned to Jack and Anya, "We're done. See you guys later." He threw some money on the table and grabbed my hand to pull me out of the restaurant. 

When we stepped into the elevator, he slid his hand up my dress and cupped my ass. He walked me into the wall and crashed his mouth onto mine with a hungry urgency. He tasted like beer hops and Ben. Delicious. My lips bruised and his tongue laid claim to my mouth. Our moans filled the elevator and his erection ground into my stomach. 

The bell chimed and the doors opened. He walked backwards to our room, never taking his lips from mine. His hand were everywhere on my body on the way. We got to the room and he fumbled with key card. When the lock finally clicked, he pulled me in.

He finally pulled away and ripped his shirt over his head.

"You. Naked. Now," he commanded and hurriedly went to work undressing himself. We were frenzied, out of control. I wanted him now. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed him to soothe the ache in me. I hurried to take my clothes off. As the last scrap of fabric left my skin, Ben pushed me onto the bed and fell over me. His mouth was at my ear, my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. 

"Need to taste you, baby," he murmured against my breasts. He dipped his head to my belly button and swirled his tongue around it. It tickled, but all I could do was sigh. His head moved lower and I felt his tongue at the crease between my thigh and pelvis. 

He pushed a finger inside of me and lowered his mouth to my clit. He swirled around it and then gave it a tiny nip. The acute feeling made me push my hips to his face and yelp. 

"So fucking sweet," he said. His breath cool to my overheated, damp flesh. He crooked the finger inside me and found my secret spot. He began small, rhythmic thrust of his finger and long slow licks from my opening to my mound with his tongue. It was too much, but not enough. I whimpered and rocked my hips to him, silently begging for him to move faster. 

He pulled away and I growled. "No you're coming around my cock the first time," he explained. "I want to feel what I do to you." Oh. My. God. Just his words made my opening gush. He opened a foil packet I hadn't seen him take out and rolled the condom on his thick cock. I had men with girth, but Ben was by far the thickest. And he had that amazing bead at the end. That bead was like adding chocolate fudge to homemade ice cream. 

"You want it, angel?" He asked. I reached out and grabbed his ass to pull his hips close.

"Fuck me, Ben," I told him. He powered to hilt in one thrust. I screamed out in pain and relief, drowning out his answering groan. He stilled long enough to let my body acclimate itself. Then Ben started moving. This was not gentle, it was not sweet. Ours was not the soft joining of two people that had been apart for over a year. This was straight, hard fucking. From the moment we stepped into the elevator, to the moment we came together, it was a frenzied dance of arms and legs and mouths. Ben needed it like this, and I was going to give it to him. Perhaps it was to reclaim me, perhaps it was to exorcise the demons seeing his ex pulled up. I didn't know, I didn't care. I wanted him to know, whatever he needed, I would give it to him.